#Like Benn has made his choice and he will NOT back down

[moscnios]

Hi there~

I just finished reading your rules and you're a UNI STUDENT? Lmao me too, I'm majoring in English literature 🙃 yeah i know it's an old-man choice 😭 but at least I enjoy it~

So can i request a NSFW alphabet for my boy Benn?

I don't see a lot of content for him and he's sooo sooooo handsomeee and attractive.

I hope you have a nice day~

⟡    ֺ   𓂂  nsfw alphabet  ,  benn beckman.

✸     cw(s)! . . .  nsfw. gn!reader. me being a beckman stan. not proofread. minors DNI.

✸     notes! . . .  hi !! that's so cool you're majoring in english literature !! i was always interested in literature, but i could just never sit down and read or try to analyze anything. it was never my strong suit lol. so kudos to you !! thank you for requesting !! <33

!! i would also like to say that i don't really do nsfw alphabets, but i have made an exception for this one and the other one in my drafts bcuz i didn't state it earlier. PLUS i'm a beckman and shanks stan lmaooo

A — AFTERCARE. [ what they’re like after sex. ]

aftercare is truly his favorite part. he takes his time carefully getting you all cleaned up and comfortable. benn is definitely a cuddlebug :>. he loves cuddling with you after sex. there's nothing better than laying down next to you, wrapping his strong arms around you, pulling you into his chest, kissing your head, and falling into the world of dreams.

B — BODY PART. [ their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s. ]

he hasn't thought much about himself. he doesn't even really have an answer at first. but he thinks his arms are nice. all the more strength to pick you up and throw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

benn loves ALL of you. don't ask him to pick a favorite part of you. he refuses to give you one answer, no matter how much you beg him. unless you start to pout, his ultimate weakness. he loves your thighs. he's a thigh and ass guy. nine times out of ten, you know he's in the mood just by how long he's touching your thighs

C — CUM. [ anything to do with cum. ]

he loves filling you to the brim with his cum, watching it slowly leak out of you only to use his thick fingers or his dick to stuff it back inside. all with a "be a good baby and hold it for me, yeah?"

D — DIRTY SECRET. [ self-explanatory. ]

nothing runs through his mind like you in a maid outfit since you wore one as punishment for losing a card game. the red-haired pirates are so damn cruel. the image has never left his head, and along with it came his dirty thoughts

the thought of you bending over to better reach a spot to dust, the short skirt of your tight uniform riding up to show off your ass. the thought of your purposely spilling something on him to get him out of his clothes. the thought of you on your knees in front of him, eagerly awaiting his next command, asking him how you may be of assistance. fuck he needs you in a maid outfit so bad

E — EXPERIENCE. [ how experience are they? do they know what they’re doing? ]

benn has been around the block many of times. he has plenty of experience. i wouldn't call him a hoe...but he's had quite a few lovers in the past. mostly one night stands. he knows what he's doing and how to pleasure you

F — FAVORITE POSITION. [ self-explanatory. ]

he's a pretty classic man. he loves the cowgirl(boy) position. there's nothing that makes him cum harder than you riding him to your heart's content. oh and please do wear a cowboy hat, treat him like cattle, call him a few names, he's putty in your hands. when he comes, put your hat over his pretty face

G — GOOFY. [ are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? ]

benn is very talkative in the bedroom. he's always talking, whether it's praising you or his favorite teasing you. hell, there are even some moments where he's so unserious. telling you about some stupid shit that happened on the red force that day, while kissing down your chest. or when he's settled deep inside of you, not moving, and will stop to have a full-on conversation. like what are you doing ??

H — HAIR. [ how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? ]

it's wild and grey. his pubes are a little wavy. he doesn't particularly care much about shaving. now if you ask him to trim up a little, he will definitely do so and will make it a habit

I — INTIMACY. [ how are they in the moment, the romantic aspect? ]

benn is a very romantic man. there is not a single time when he doesn't make you seem like the luckiest person in the world. he puts his ALL into loving and cherishing you. he takes his time with you. worshipping your body from head to toe, not missing an inch. bringing you to your high again and again, singing praises to you, how well you're doing, how much he loves you

J — JACK OFF. [ masturbation headcanon. ]

benn doesn't jack off as much as he did when he was younger. the times when he is in the mood, you are usually not too far and more than happy to help. however for the few times, you aren't around, he's sitting slouched in a chair in your shared room, his hair all over his face, he was anything but his usual calm and collected self. shallow breaths and low whispers of your name leave his lips, as he desperately tries to reach his high, imagining his hand as yours

K — KINK. [ one or more of their kinks. ]

he definitely has a praise kink. even before the two of you got together, you likely picked up on his praise kink. he loves the effect it has on you. role play, he's a freaky old man. as i said earlier, he loves the thought of you in a maid outfit, this definitely extends to other things. sexy secretary, sexy nurse, you name it. HE'S WAY INTO HIS ROLE. especially if you're taking a dominant role ?? WHEW

L — LOCATION. [ favorite places to do it. ]

he's not all that into public sex. does not want anyone else to see you, other than that one time. he prefers to keep your sexy times in the bedroom. nothing beats your bed

M — MOTIVATION. [ what turns them on, gets them going? ]

it doesn't take much to get him going. you could just wrap your arms around his waist from behind, and kiss up his shoulder, and he's all yours for the evening. or when you smack his ass and run down the hall. he swears he hates it, but who is he kidding? when he does catch up to you, you're in for it

N — NO. [ something they wouldn’t do, turn offs. ]

anything that could possibly hurt you. nope. never. nada. zilch. he can't do it. he couldn't do humiliation either. anything that is not making you feel amazing and beautiful, he's not doing

O — ORAL. [ preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc. ]

definitely a giver and is the fucking best at it. he prides himself on his ability to make you cum multiple times with his mouth alone. he could spend hours between your legs if you'd let him. hooking his strong arms around your legs, you're not going anywhere until he's had his fill. but you'll be a good baby and take it, won't you?

running your hands through his grey locks only encourages him further. your moans and breaths are a melody he'd never get tired of hearing

he does love seeing your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock. he loves when you take your time, licking up a stride up his shaft, the tip of your tongue circling the blushing red head of his tip, before slowly taking him into your mouth. eye contact the entire time !! he loves that shit

P — PACE. [ are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc. ]

benn is definitely more on the slow and sensual side. he wants you to feel him, every inch of him enter you as he fills you to the brim every time he thrusts into you. and he wants to feel all of you, as he closes his eyes and stuffs his face into your shoulder, alternating between leaving open-mouth kisses and love bites

Q — QUICKIE. [ their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc. ]

he's not a quickie guy. maybe when he was younger but quickies don't satisfy him anymore. it doesn't give him the chance to fuck you properly

R — RISK. [ are they game to experiment, do they take the risks, etc. ]

he'll experiment for you. he'll willing to try some things at least once if you'd like to try them. however, it's not likely to suggest something. he knows what he likes and what he doesn't, he's not sure that's really going to change at this point

S — STAMINA. [ how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last? ]

benn can go for a few rounds, which are not usually his plan. he usually plans for one long round. but the cuddle session after the first round a lot of the time turns into another around. he's not complaining though. give him a little smoke break and he's back at it

T — TOY. [ do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves? ]

he doesn't have a problem with toys, he just doesn't really use them. he prefers using his own equipment if you catch my drift. but he definitely doesn't mind using them on you if you asked

U — UNFAIR. [ how much they like to tease? ]

now he doesn't see it as teasing. but it's definitely teasing. his teasing is very playful. the way he just walks up to you at the poker table and whispers what he's going to do to you tonight if you win...and he expects you to sit there and be calm. you better win.

or when you sit in his lap and his large calloused hands caress your thighs, inching closer and closer to your core. he notices the way you take in a sharp breath, only to stop touching you altogether. he knows exactly what he's doing and what effect he has on you

V — VOLUME. [ how loud they are, what sounds they make. ]

benn is not quiet by any means. he's very talkative in the bedroom. always teasing you or giving you praise. he is an occasional groaner. groaning your name and swears into your ear

W — WILD CARD. [ random headcanon. ]

shanks has definitely watched you and benn fuck before. it was one time and it'll never happen again. now the captain of the red haired pirates did nothing wrong, at first. the next day, roo had asked shanks where he disappeared off to and he made a joke saying "watching the taming of a stubborn bull", earning a laugh from you. he is no longer allowed to watch

X — X-RAY. [ what’s going on under those clothes. ]

listen to me and listen to me well. definitely a shower, not a grower. 7-8 inches, slightly curved to the right and upwards. uncut. above average girth. a few veins, but there's one very prominent long vein that stretches from the underside of his dick all the way around to the top. slightly darker than the rest of his body BUT there are lighter patches of skin on and around his tip

Y — YEARNING. [ how high is their sex drive? ]

don't really see his drive being that high. definitely lower than average. but hey, he's not gonna say no to some sweet lovemaking.

Z — ZZZ. [ how quickly they fall asleep afterwards? ]

aftercare is literally his favorite part, so you bet it's going to be a while before he actually falls asleep. he has to get you all cleaned up and comfortable. finally, he pulls you in for cuddles. he waits until you're asleep before falling asleep himself

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Throne Chapter 19

Throne [Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net]

Characters:  Original Female Character, Red Haired Shanks, Benn Beckman, Lucky Roo, Yasopp,

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“I can be very disarming.”

“Looks like you’ve been disarmed,” I jabbed, not looking up at him.

Benn let out a loud laugh at that.

Shanks grinned. “You wound me.”

“Clearly, I’m not the only one.”

Hello people. So if you don’t know, what’s going on here then the simple version is that this a Shanks x OC fic.

If you follow me, and the One Piece stuff I write, then you’ve probably heard me talk about this fic. Hey look it’s finally here.

***

“Ha ha! Missed me!”

I swung my foot in a failed attempt to splash Mattie, who was giggling delightedly at my current situation. It was hard to kick with someone’s arm locked in the pit of your knee.

We had just spent the better part of two and a half hours hiking up the side of a mountain through the thick jungle brush. Even in the most ideal conditions, it would’ve been a challenging hike – the dense boscage making the steep incline even more arduous.

But it was still hotter than holy hell outside. The tree canopy above was the only thing saving us from getting absolutely cooked. It was so thick that most of the sun’s rays were blocked, with just enough filtering through for us to see where we were going.

The last fifteen minutes had been spent walking through a cave system, which Shanks assured those of us who hadn’t been brought out here before meant we were in the home stretch.

That had brought some relief… Until I heard running water. I had been operating under the assumption that water wouldn’t be a problem until we actually made it to the falls. Or, more so, I was operating under the assumption that if water were going to be a problem, I would be forewarned.

Wrong. The last 200 feet before the opening we needed to exit through was filled with water.

It wasn’t too deep. It came up just beneath Shanks’ knee, which meant it would’ve been maybe an inch over mine. Enough that I couldn’t use my devil fruit- not that I had reason to, enough for me to feel the drain on my energy, but not high enough to leave me immobilized. It wouldn’t have been my favorite feeling in the world, but I could make it across.

That was, of course, what I thought, being that I was (at least in my own opinion) a rational person. Instead, I ended up being piggybacked for “safety reasons,” as suggested by Mattie. Shanks had offered, a teasing glint in his eye. It quickly disappeared when, in apparent retaliation for his additions to the earlier conversation regarding Benn’s weakness for women, the first mate pointed out that his captain only had 50% of his grip and was clearly a much better choice.

My protests had fallen on deaf ears, save for Shanks, who was still a bit pouty, and here I was draped across Benn’s back, my arms wrapped around his neck, while his were hitched under my knees to keep me above the water below.

The kiddos thought that it was hysterical.

“Liz, how does it feel to be the second girl to ride Beck today?” Mattie teased.

“I don’t know. Ask your mom,” I fired back.

“Weak.”

“I’m gonna-“

“Be helpless if Benn puts you down,” Mattie finished.

I kicked again in another attempt to splash the brat.

“Watch it there, Liz,” he said around his cigarette. “Can’t be dropping you in here.”

“I hate all of you,” I huffed. “Longest 200 feet in fucking existence,” I groaned.

“Now, Miss Elizabeth, it’ll all be worth it once we get to the other side.”

I glared at the back of Shanks’ head. “Better be one hell of a waterfall if it’s gonna make up for me being toted around like a child.”

“Beck’s right. Can’t have you drowning on us,” Yasopp teased, picking up his pace to walk alongside his captain.

“I wouldn’t drown, you asshole, not unless you pushed me. Quit acting like none of you know how devil fruits work.”

“Not personally,” Yasopp chimed.

I rolled my eyes. “You know enough. Unless one of you is planning on actively drowning me, I can walk.”

“Can’t risk it.”

“Precious cargo.”

“You all suck,” I muttered—no point in further fighting about it. We were almost at the end of the tunnel. Once we were through and I was on solid ground, not located beneath the water, I could get my revenge.

Shanks stepped out of the water, near the mouth of the cave, taking a second to slide on his sandals, which he had held in his hand through the water. Once he was secure on the rock, he reached out to me.

I grasped his hand, warm despite the cool water we’d just trekked through, rough calluses at the base of his fingers from his grip on Gryphon. He pulled me up so that I was back on solid ground.

The ease with which the Red-Haired crew could toss me around was still startling. Logically, I knew that they were freakishly strong, but they were just so casual about it. My brothers could, too, some of them, but it wasn’t without some exaggeration.

I squeezed his hand in appreciation, which he returned. His grip loosened, and I thought he was going to let go, something that brought a touch of disappointment, though not unexpected at this point. However, he laced our fingers together instead.

“Can’t have you slipping into the falls. I’m sure you could take the rocks, but the water would get you, and I’m not prepared for my lifeguarding duties yet,” he said.

I rolled my eyes, not even bothering to fight the urge to smile, before gesturing for him to lead the way.

The mouth of the cave was hidden from the outside by a layer of foliage, which I pushed out of the way, revealing one of the most stunning views I’d ever seen.

At the center was a large ponytail fall with step falls on either side of the main basin, gradually descending to its edge, where the water lapped gently against the smooth pebbles there.

The water was such a vibrant shade of teal that it didn’t look real. Every color almost felt over-saturated.

The rock faces peeking out from under the thick flora were pitch black, contrasting wildly against the almost fluorescent greens, blues, pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows of the leaves and flowers that grew from every surface.

“How the hell did you find this place?” I asked, unable to pull my eyes away from the beauty before me.

“I didn’t,” Shanks answered. I glanced over to see him. He smiled at the scene in front of him, but it was dampened by something, nostalgia, maybe. “The captain did. He used to bring the crew here.”

I wondered if he thought about King of the Pirates the same way I used to think about the Old Man.

Shanks talked about growing up on the Roger Pirates but rarely went into detail about the bond between him and Roger. Everything that I knew had come from my brothers. I remember Marco telling me about the spats they used to get into and how, once the fight inevitably turned into a party of sorts, the dynamic of captain and apprentice reverted to that of father and son, not unlike the Whitebeard boys.

“My thanks to Roger, then.”

Shanks led us down a path from the edge of the fall to the shore of the central basin. The rock face was coated in a thin layer of algae and moss. I had to admit that it was slippery and appreciated Shanks’s steadfast grip. There, the bulk of the camp was already set up.

Bonk, Limejuice, and Monster sat in lawn chairs. Bonk and Limejuice were both with a drink in hand, while Monster was eating a fruit that looked to have come from one of the surrounding trees.

“Look who finally made it,” Bonk said.

“Is this where you disappeared off to last night?” I asked. The three had been noticeably absent from the tavern.

“No, they went to bed early like a couple of old men.”

“Some of us had to leave early to take the long way up so that you didn’t have to try to carry the cart and the gear,” Lime Juice shot back.

“Your service is much appreciated,” Shanks said, quieting the spat before it could begin.

“There’s another way up?” I asked accusingly.

“Yes,” he answered quickly, “But you have to go to the other side of the island before you even start to ascend. It takes at least twice as long. Those caves cut through the mountainside.”

“How’d that last stretch go?” Bonk asked.

I pulled a face, causing Limejuice to laugh. “That well,” he said. He reached into the cooler closer to him and pulled out a beer, popping the cap off. “For your wounded pride,” he said.

“I’ll take one of those,” Mattie said, joining the group.

“Not until you help finish the setup,” Bonk said, gesturing to the other stuff that had yet to be set up.

“Why does Liz get to start before the rest of us?”

“Because Liz drunk off her ass is still more useful than you stone-cold sober,” Bonk said.

“Plus, we like her better,” Limejuice added.

“If you’re doing real work, I can’t justify hurling you over the falls,” I said, taking a long sip.

“Well, someone needs to help set up if we want to eat before midnight,” Luck said. He was pulling the cart behind him.

“I’ll help Luck,” I offered. “I’ll do my part before I park my ass.”

“Finally, someone who knows what the hell they’re doing,” he said.

Benn clapped, gaining everyone’s attention. “Ground rules,” he started. I gave Shanks’ hand one last squeeze before letting go to join Luck.

Benn gave everyone minimal instructions for the duration of our time here at the falls. The rules primarily consisted of don’t die and don’t annoy him, which was sure to get broken.

Everyone was given some assignment to carry out before they could kick back. While they set up Luck’s grill, I got to work sorting out all the food he had brought based on the instructions he had given me.  

Others set up chairs and tents, while Shanks took special care to make sure that his hammock was set up just right between two trees with a perfect view of his surroundings. Bags were dropped, games were set up, and in seemingly no time at all, the first of the boys took off towards the water.

Fortunately, there wasn’t too much prep work to be done, though it was more than Luck originally intended, seeing that Benn’s tryst had cut into his prep time. But between the two of us, we got him caught up fairly quickly, and Luck banished me from his makeshift kitchen, noting that I had been more of a help in one day than the others had been in his entire stay on the crew.

Monster was truly in his element swinging across the basin from vine to vine, climbing up and down the different rock faces to mess the others.

I found my bag, which had ended up at the trunk of one of the trees next to Shanks’s hammock. I dragged my towel out and laid it out before plopping down on the ground. I first found the edge of the bandages wrapped around my light, lifting it so I could begin unraveling it.

Once I was completely free of the bandages, I took my hair out of its messy bun and yanked the baseball T-shirt I had worn over my head, leaving me in my bikini top.

As much comfort as I found in my many, many layers, it was nice to be free of them for a change.

I put my shades on my head and kicked off my shoes, grabbing one of the remaining lawn chairs and looking for one of the boys who could point me to that shallow pool I was promised.

“Benny,” I said, walking up behind him. He was sitting in a chair, watching over the chaos before him.

Yasopp had launched a rope into one of the treetops, giving them something to swing on. The other clowns were splashing away at each other and hurling themselves from the different ledges into the pristine water or floating closer toward the shallow end.

“Where can I sit and not drown?”

“Now you’re concerned with your own safety?” he teased.

“If you’re concerned about yours, you’ll knock that shit off,” I warned, glaring at him over the tops of my frames.

He raised his hands in surrender. “You have a couple of options,” he said, standing up. “Here-“ he pointed to the edge of the basin. “You have an incline, save for by the stream, where there’s a steep drop-off.”

I nodded, following his hand as he pointed to the right. “Those first two pools are shallow enough; you should be fine. The first one is only a couple of inches. The second is maybe a foot and a half.”

“That’s why you’re my favorite,” I said, heading over to the deeper of the two pools. I set up my chair, and it was perfect height, low enough that the water would flow over me while I was reclined but not deep enough to leave me miserable and drained. Plus, the mist of the falls kept me cool despite the blistering heat.

From behind my shades, I took in everything around me, particularly our daredevils, hurling themselves off the cliffs. Based on their movements, it looked like there was one path that branched off to the different ledges. The start of the path was viewable from the basin, but the rest was promptly obscured by the dense jungle. The lowest ledge was only about five feet above the water level. The next one was about fifteen feet up. That seemed to be the go-to. The last one was about 30 feet high, and so far, only one person was brave enough to take the leap.

“What a fucking idiot,” I said, lowering my sunglasses so that I could look up at Shanks, who was currently standing at the ledge of the 30-foot jump, yelling at Yasopp, who was goading him on.

“Yeah,” Gab said, handing me a drink and sitting down in the water beside me.

“What is this?” I asked, looking at the bright red drink in my cup.

“Luck didn’t say. Just said that you’re the only person who will drink this fruity shit with him.”

I shrugged, taking the cup. I had the benefit of being able to burn the booze off if I got a little too tipsy. Turns out that Luck had a taste for some of the sweeter cocktails—brightly colored drinks that mixed fresh fruits and sweet syrups and to mellow out the harsh liquors.

Without Rayne, Gene, or my brothers to show out for and full encouragement from the girls, I realized that I also was a huge fan of a cocktail that was admittedly more sugar than booze.

If my brothers could see me, they would’ve never let me live it down. Being the only girl came with the risk of being stereotyped as “Girl.” Rayne drank whiskey; if Rayne was pouring, you were drinking whatever she felt like. And Gene wasn’t much better than my brothers.

I took a sip. “Not bad.”

“I got the sugar sickness just looking at that,” Gab said with a chuckle.

“More for Luck and I,” I sang, dancing in my seat.

“How’d they get started on this?” I asked, nodding at Shanks and Yasopp.

“How do we get started on any of this?”

“Good point.”

Shanks flipped Yasopp off before taking a few steps back and rushing forward, launching himself off the cliff's edge. He did one complete backflip before tombstoning into the water. He surfaced in the midst of the bubbles, his signature red closer to Carmine to Carnelian.

“I’d give it a five,” Hongo said, sitting on the other side of my chair.

“I don’t know. Good form. I’d say that’s a seven.”

“You were also eye fucking the competitor.”

I swatted at Gab, who just laughed.

“With the splash… I’d give it a six.”

“Six out of ten!” I called across the water.

“A six?!” Shanks cried, swimming over to our side. “That’s gotta be at least an eight.”

“You can take that up with my fellow judges.”

“Oh, I can beat a six!”

“Damn Boss, a six.”

With the promise of a new challenge and Shanks’ six serving as blood in the water, things picked up.

Those risk-takers willing to take the plunge ran up to the top ledge. Grown men behaving like children. Bets were being thrown out in between the challenges, pulling Benn out of his chair to call some order and collect the money.

Shanks made it to the pool's edge and hoisted himself onto the step with the three of us.

He sat on the ledge, feet dangling into the main pool below. He ran his hand through his hair, pushing the red strands back. He leaned back, propping himself up on his arm.

I was blatantly ogling at this point. But who could blame me?

He’d gotten bigger in the past three years, muscles more defined, highlighted by the water droplets traveling in the valleys between them.

“Hey Liz, why don’t you take another sip of that drink there? You look a little-“

“Doc, I will fucking kill you.”

Gab choked on his beer, laughing.

“What’s this six business?” Shanks asked.

“Hey, I gave you a seven,” I defended myself.

“It was sloppy,” Hongo replied, not missing a beat.

“And we are unbiased, unlike our third judge here.”

“I think you two have it out for me.”

“If they had it out for you, there are more effective ways for them to get back at you,” I pointed out.

“What ways?”

“Better hope you don’t find out.”

“YO!” the call brought our attention to the top of the falls, where Yasopp was directing traffic. “Judges, are you ready?”

“I guess,” Hongo called back.

“Great enthusiasm,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “What does the winner get? What’s the prize pool at?”

“We should be feeing for our service.”

“If someone doesn’t jump, they’re not going to stop,” Shanks called back. The three of us stopped just enough to scowl at him.

Yasopp seemingly agreed, stepping aside to let the competition begin. Several flips and flops later, our current leader was surprise entrant Lucky Roux, who had appropriately done a cannonball, the resulting splash drenching Benn, much to his annoyance.

Still, no one had received a ten, and Luck led with a nine.

There had been the expected outcry. Currently, critiques of our judging styles were being hurled across the water. I knew it would be competitive, but this was a bit ridiculous. I had voiced as much and been informed that pride was at stake.

I stood up, tapping Shanks on the shoulder. “I relinquish my judge responsibilities to you.”

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To show them how it’s done.”

His brow quirked upwards, but he said nothing further.

I took my empty cup with me as I made my way back to the bank of the central basin. I made a point to get myself a refill, waiting for either the next jump or a rise in the argument before I made my move.

I carefully made my way around, ignoring the knowing look that Benn sent my way. As I neared my target, I set my cup down, making sure to keep my steps light so as not to draw further attention.

See, Mattie was currently leaning against a tree at the edge of the bank, standing behind his buds as they watched the chaos.

‘Perfect.’

I slipped into the tree line. He was utterly relaxed—a rookie mistake. ‘Never let your guard down, kid.’ I reached out and grabbed him, slipping my hand over his mouth to keep him quiet as I dragged him into the bush with me.

I had him locked in an iron grip. I couldn’t let him thrash about and draw attention to us. That would ruin my fun. I had a plan, a vision.

“Ah ah ah,” I whispered in hushed tones as Mattie tried to call out. “Save your breath, kid. You’re gonna need it to scream later.”

I went around the start of the path, rejoining it only when it was no longer in plain sight. It was more well-kept than I had thought. Getting to the top was clear; the overgrown fauna was kept at bay compared to the surrounding area.

Mattie had let it slip after another drinking competition loss that he was afraid of heights—a mistake on his part that was about to bite him in the ass.

The roar of the falls got louder the closer we got to the top.

When the ledge came into sight, I let go of Mattie’s mouth, using my second arm to chickenwing him and lift his feet off the ground.

“Liz, what the FUCK?! Put me down!”

He tried to thrash about, but I overpowered him easily, keeping him in place.

“Oh, you want down?” I jerked my arms as if I were going to drop him, causing him to let out a high-pitched squeal. Music to my fucking ears.

I couldn’t see the reactions of the rest of the crew. I could vaguely hear laughter and Benn telling me to play nice. The closest to us was Yasopp, who was chuckling at Mattie’s misfortune.

“STOP IT!” he yelled.

“I told you I was gonna get you once I was on solid ground,” I said. “What was that you said about me being the second girl to ride Benn today?”

“Liz, come on!”

“Now, who’s helpless?” I asked.

There was a brief moment where he stilled as realization set in. “I’M SORRY! I WAS BEING A DICK AND I’M SORRY!”

“Oh, come on, man, you can hold out longer than that,” Yasopp said.

“Don’t listen to Yasopp,” I said, lowering him so that his feet were on the ground. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He let out a sigh, but before the breath had left his lungs, I sent him off the ledge, flying towards the water. He screamed bloody murder until he hit the water feet first.

Raucous laughter filtered up to where I was standing.

Now that I could see something other than Mattie’s back, I had to admit it looked wild being this high up. Thirty feet didn’t feel like that much from below.

The boys were scattered about the officers laughing or pretending not to in some cases, while the young bloods looked horrified.

Mattie surfaced and glared up at me, flipping me off before swimming over to the edge.

“Well, that oughta teach him,” Yasopp said, standing beside me.

I hummed in agreement before shoving the sniper off, too.

“You can hold out longer than that!” I called down to the water, where he had surfaced.

“TEN!”

I glanced down where Shanks sat in my vacant chair, beaming up at me, Gab laughing to his right. Hongo smirking around his beer bottle to his left.

I bowed dramatically before throwing up the double deuce and making my descent.

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[chillin-at-partys-bar]

Limejuice and Hongo were silent as they watched their captain flip through the book. They knew their captain and the vice captain were close. Hongo was aware the latter would read to the former when the former was bedridden. Judging by the Captain's actions, it seemed that book was one that was used. It certainly looked well worn. And that it had their vivre cards in it said it was something special to the man whose bag it had been.

They understood the order to keep this a secret from the rookies, to let them believe the narrative they had concocted. That right now Benn Beckman was in pursuit of the son of a bitch who stabbed their captain and shot their marksman. The man who blew up their ship and set their mast on fire.

And then the Captain spoke words that made Hongo shiver and Limejuice frown deeper. Limejuice hadn't been there for the moment of attack, he hadn't shown up until much later - after he had dealt with the mast and the explosions. But he had come in with the deep fear that his captain had been killed. After hearing gunshots and seeing Yasopp on the ground, it was an even worse feeling. And then when Lucky said Benn shot Yasopp... well, he thought there was no chance for him.

"I was thinking the same thing, Chief." Limejuice crossed his arms. "Ain't no way someone gets shot by Benn Beckman and lives unless that's what the son of a bitch wanted." At one point, calling Benn Beckman a 'son of a bitch' would have been preceded by laughter. It would have been said in light and in fun.

But right now? He didn't know if he liked the guy anymore. It was hard though, convincing himself of that. Sure, some of the younger rookies had choice words about the 'hardass.' But the officers all knew the truth about their caring, gentle vice captain. Or they thought they had.

And there was the thing with Shanks too. Why was Shanks... alive? Don't get him wrong, he was very glad his captain and dear friend was alive. "What did he want? Power? He had more of that before pulling this shit. Did he want you dead?" He gestured to Shanks. "He did a shitty job of that and we all know Benn knows how to kill a fucker." That hurt. Saying it out loud, that Benn would want to murder Shanks hurt him. He could see the shadow over Hongo's eyes. "Was he inspired by Teach? We had one devil fruit and we know how that went. Twelve years too late."

"Hey, Lime, don't you got some rookies to take care of? They had a rough night." Hongo turned around in his chair, not liking this discussion. Shanks was tired and in both physical and emotional pain. Limejuice didn't seem to be helping the situation. The look he gave Limejuice was one that said get out.

"Look, I'm just being real here. Either Benn was planning this for how long or he snapped or something else. You don't just stab your lover the captain unless-"

"I said don't you have somewhere else to be?"

"I know you did, but we got a rogue vice captain who has enough shit on how we function to take us down. Where did he run to? Who is he going to talk to? Was this just the start and is he going to come back with reinforcements? Marines? We all got hella bounties. He could get on the Marine's good side and retire without-"

"Don't you fucking finish that sentence, Lime, I swear-"

"What, you're gonna jump ship too? That berry tempting you, Hongo?"

"Get the fuck out of my infirmary, you asshole!" Hongo had enough. He stood up, using his height to tower over Limejuice, threatening to shove him out.

"Fine, but these are questions we need to think about. We need to find him and take him down before he takes us down." And he turned to leave, Hongo returning to his seat.

"I'm- I'm sorry, Chief. I think it's been a long night for all of us." And as hard as he tried to ignore it, those fears that Limejuice brought up - they were his as well. "Do you think you can get some rest? I can give you something that'll knock you out for a bit." Was that entirely ethical to give someone? Maybe not. But ethics were spotty at best on a pirate ship.

Easier said than done. The whole situation was a mess and if he was honest with himself he didn't want to deal with it. Didn't feel ready to do so at all. All he wanted to do was to hide and not think of the upcoming responsibilities, about what he had to do, what would be expected of him.

"I know...I know.." It was just so confusing and frustrating and he wanted to scream, to be left alone until he managed to deal with it himself, but he couldn't. Hongo was right. They couldn't have him doubting himself, at least not on the outside. He needed to put on a strong facade, even if he was falling apart internally. They weren't a small crew anymore, they had a reputation and any sign of weakness or unrest among themselves would mean their downfall in the long run. The last thing they needed now was for some overambitious and cocky rookie to get it into their head to try and attack them.

His heart sunk at his doctors words. Great. So he really would be gone by now. Not that he blamed them for focusing on the fires. Of course they would. Besides, he didn't want to know what would have happened if someone really chased after Beck. They all knew the strength of his former first mate.

Limejuices sudden entry, followed by his explanation had him breathing out some sort of relief at least. "Keep it that way. The truth...none of the rookies needs to know what really happened." Not until Shanks got his answers in regards to Benns reasons. Causing further unrest among the crew was the last thing he needed. Now that he didn't know who to trust anymore. If anyone had asked him a day ago he would have easily betted on his own life that Benn would never betray them. And yet he had. Shanks wondered just how much of all their years had been a lie then.

The sight of the book had him outstretching his hand. "Give me that." It had been Benns favorite. How often had he fallen asleep to his first mate reading to him from it, to ease his troubled mind after a particular vicious nightmare?

He took the book with a trembling hand, placing it onto his lap and flipping through it, as if he was hoping to find something. Any kind of indicator on why Benn had done what he had done. And to leave his packed bag behind. Had Shanks interrupted him with his sudden arrival last night?

"He could've easily killed me...." The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them. "Last night." As if they needed any clarification. But then it also hadn't been only last night. There had been so many instances where Benn could have had easily taken his life and he never had. "I had my back to him when it happened. He could've slit my throat or pierce my heart without me noticing until it was to late." Technically he had done the latter anyway, just in an emotional way.

Fingers stroke over the pages of the book, before looking back at Hongo and Limejuice once more. "Something is wrong about this..." Or so he hoped. He wanted to believe that there was more to it. That his instincts were right and he wasn't delusional.

[gildedmuse]

To be honest, I feel we need to just stop everything so we can have a conversation about how 90% of the biggest, baddest pirates in the world of One Piece either refuse to or are unable to dress themselves in anything half decent.

[I mean.... What!?]

And it somehow gets worse the more powerful and infamous they are. I mean, like, when we meet Shanks he's is dressed, more or less, like your stereotypical pirate:

[You know, all the pirate basics: open white shirt, red sash, brown pants, open tied flip flops, Strawhat.... Well, I did say more of less.]

I mean, he doesn't actually do much at this point. He's a lovable rapscallion uncle who ruffles Luffy's hair before sailing out towards the sunset and the literal future.

At which point....

He decides that the pirate look isn't "cool" enough, and what he really needs to complete his style is a pair of Bermuda shorts you would hide from your father. He has gone all pirate up top, but bellow the waist? It's all Florida cousin who's been crashing on your couch for the last six years.

But, hey, Shanks can't always be in Yonko mode. Maybe he's like trying out some new styles. I mean, not that new, all he did is get a pair of patterned pants (and yet they are so much worse...) It's better than say ....

I know what you're thinking. "Haha, I get it. The joke is that Benn Beckman clearly only owns the one outfit."

But no, that is clearly not the case.

One pair of boots? Yeah, seems so (they may not look it here but in the same art style, they are very much the same boots). Same sash? There is every chance. But there is no way in HELL that is the same outfit.

I mean, Benn's muscle mass like doubles in this time frame, but his short has somehow gotten baggier? No, that is not how it works. And you know that feeling of trying on jeans from high school, and they barely go over one thigh? Benn Baby-Got-Back (And Arms, And Chest) Does.

So this man, one of the most feared pirates to sail the seas, who's wanted poster reads DEAD ONLY goes out every couple of years, and finds an EXACT REPLICA of his clothes from over a decade ago. And who knows how long he's been doing this? And in a that time the only change he's made is adding what is definitely either the cape of a man he killed OR the rug of a very fashionable but not super expensive hotel. It's a 50/50 toss up to which of those is true.

Hell, he's not even replacing the sash. Notice it use to wrap around him with some to spare but not anymore. Who knew men bulked up so much going into their 50s?

Look, nothing about this makes sense and yet there must be a reason. Is this some kind of emotional thing? Is Benn especially picky about fabrics and the way clothes feel? Did he just really like how he looked in his first Wanted Poster and thought, "I'm doing that. Forever." Like.... What....

But.... But what about those cool outfits they always dress the cast in? You know, the ones where even Shanks gets to look fly.

I mean, check out little demon Luffy! And Law, you should just buy that coat. Actually, don't buy it. You're a pirate. Steal that jacket and claim it as your own, it's amazing. Ace I like that you've stayed true to your refusal to own a shirt, no notes. Shanks.... Not really sure what you're dressed as? A guy who went through his rival friend old enemy bestie through MIHAWK'S closet, maybe? It didn't even matter, it's still a huge improvement.

Even Doffy is dressed up (and of course looks fabulous) and Corazon is so magical! And...

Okay, that might just be Perona and Mihawk's day clothes, it's hard to tell. But you know what, they still rock them, and I'll bet they've dressed the third member of their little house hold up in-

... damnit Zoro, what even is this? (Do love your trick or treat bag though. You keep protecting those booze.)

So everyone gets in on the act. Like, I don't know how "Canon"y you would consider these, but clearly it's a party everyone is invited to and even Zoro put on a top hat! So Benn must....

Same. Goddamn. Outfit.

For all we know this is his Halloween version. Maybe he has like fifty of these stashed in the ship. They are cards! For Halloween! AND HE IS STILL IN THE SAME DAMN OUTFIT!

Benn. WTF!?

[interstellar-debris]

*slides in Risky Business style*

Hello, you glamorous rock star! I've got an idea for you. Would you be interested in doing some headcanons for Beckman, Shanks, and Reader (if you're comfortable, I know you mentioned being new at it!) for this lovely holiday/winter season? I think we could all use a bit of fluff this time of year to counter the added stress and what better way than with two of the best pirates/parents on the seas? Thank you for hearing me out, for your time and effort, and I hope you have a marvelous December!

Hi, my dear shining friend! This made me so excited that I literally wrote this at 1 am. Your order of fluffy (and fun, if I may say) hcs with two of the most fearsome pirates is up! I hope you will enjoy it!

Winter HCs

°Characters & reader pronouns: Shanks; Benn Beckman & GN reader in mind

°Synopsis: What would winter with these two fine pirates be? (Add to it a sprinkle of the crew shenanigans)

°A/N: I did it with GN reader in mind, but if I missed smt, pls let me know.

Cozy moments in the quarters. Just you, Shanks, Beck, and your hot beverage of choice. And yes, there are definitely plenty of eggnog refills. 

Speaking of eggnog, Roux has mastered the art of most alcoholic, while still delicious eggnog…, and now the first mate is on babysitting duty twice as much. 

Despite the crew being a loud one in general, I can guarantee that both Shanks and Beckman love those quiet winter moments - candles, fluffy blankets, yummy beverages, and time, which feels like it has slowed down so you could fully appreciate this all. 

Be prepared though. The second the deck gets under a blanket of snow, chaos ensues; even if only among the three of you, though more usually than not everyone gets dragged into this icy war. And while yes, Shanks usually starts the fight, don't get fooled by the usually laid-back Beckman. He can, and will, throw the snowball with scary accuracy…

Usually, you and Shanks get together to bring the first mate down, but occasionally your lovers side against you, and well… good luck, you are screwed.

Fair warning: if the crew is involved, be prepared for them nagging the hell out of Yasopp and Beckman, riling them up, until it ends in a snowball sharpshooting competition… It has already happened several times, and you can't convince me otherwise.

Baths. Especially after playing in the snow. Shanks has a bigass bath,  which can fit the three of you comfortably, so that's where you go for the evening - if it's time.

On another note - Shanks is a little shit! Even more in the wintertime. He will have the cutest and most innocent look on his face… and then he will shove his icy cold hands under your clothes - cuz gloves are for weak! - all while sporting a proud smile. He is happy, cuz he caught you unaware. Meanwhile, Beckman leaves the moment he sees that look on his lover's face; he fell for it far too many times than he wants to admit. And no, he doesn't alert you. Learn it the hard way - as he had to.

Beckman will, however, make up for his betrayal by being extra cuddly. I like to think that he comes from a fairly warm island, so he isn't the best in dealing with cold weather… Luckily Shanks runs hot, and who wouldn't mind some extra cuddles with this fine man, you certainly don't. 

Beckman can't skate. He just doesn't do it. I mean, Shanks can't skate either, but only when sober - no one knows why or how, but the moment Shanks gets on the ice drunk… he is a pro ice skater. He is not allowed though, Hongo banned him, saying that he doesn't need any more stress in his life. He would like to have his hair stay blonde for at least a couple more years. -

Speaking of the duo stressing the hell out of the ship doctor; Lime Juice made a bet with Shanks once, that Shanks can't persuade the first mate to try skiing… A week later Hongo was the one who collected the money to buy a splint for Beckman´s broken leg and sprained wrist, while Shanks mopped around being scolded by the doctor.

So, all I am saying is: “Good luck, you will need it. And please give extra appreciation to the ship doctor, for making sure they survive the winter months, okay.”

[puckinginsane]

Naughty List

Tyler Seguin Christmas one shot

A few curses

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I had a tough decision to make this summer. Freshly out of graduating college I was given two options by my parents, stay back home and figure things out or move to Dallas where my dad had gotten a new job. And as the idea of moving to yet another city didn't excite me, I was not ready to live on my own. The internship I thought was going to lead to a job fell through and I was feeling a little lost. Being all by myself was the last thing I needed. Moving to Dallas meant I'd get a fresh start, again, and at least I'd still be with my family.

My dad has been a hockey coach ever since I could remember. He used to play, too, but I was too young to remember. All I have are the pictures and stories, and from what I've heard he was a little bit of a badass, which doesn't surprise me. He has been a college coach for most of his career. Last year he was a head coach in the American Hockey League and really turned some heads after winning the Calder Cup.

There were a few teams that were interested in him. We toured the cities, he met with each team, looked over their players, and decided that the Dallas and the Stars would be the best fit. He was really confident he could turn the team around. He was excited, which made the rest of us excited. It's me, my mom, and my little brother. We made the choice as a family. I think he would have chosen here no matter what, though.

The first thing we learned is that the NHL is way different than college or the AHL. Everything is so much more of a to-do than what we're used to. There was a press conference, we took pictures, we answered questions. It became very clear very fast that this wasn't going to just be another job for dad. This was going to be the most important job he'd ever have. It's a lot of pressure, but that's where he thrives.

It was that press conference that flipped my whole world upside down, and not just because my dad became one of the most important people in Dallas sports. That press conference is where I first met Tyler Seguin and nothing would be the same again.

Jamie Benn and Tyler Seguin were asked to be at the press conference to welcome their new coach. Jamie was already in Dallas and we had met him before. Tyler had flown in just for it. The first time we locked eyes it was like I was in a trance. He looked like he wanted to devour me and I sure as hell wanted him to.

I had heard about his reputation. My friends warned me about him. "He's bad news." It's not like I'm an innocent little flower. I'm pretty bad news myself. So it was a surprise when he offered to show me around Dallas, that he actually showed me around Dallas. Of course it didn't take much longer after that to wind up in his bed. I was his dirty little secret and he was mine. I think we both got off on sneaking around. But sneaking around turned into a little bit more. We went from fuck buddies to friends with benefits. He didn't want a relationship and neither did I, that was very clear from the moment we met, but it became more than just sex. We text just to talk, we hang out just to hang out. I like being around him. He makes me laugh, when he's not making me moan and scream.

I'm not falling for him. I'm not falling for him.

"You wore that on purpose," he mutters in my ear as he skates past me. He turns to skate backwards and watches me for my reaction with a cheeky grin.

I can't help smiling at him. He's a charming little shit. "Maybe I did." Leggings and a sweater are innocent enough when you're looking on the outside in, but maybe I wore leggings instead of jeans knowing how much Tyler likes the way my ass looks in them.

It's the Dallas Stars family skate. We are all at the Star Center in Frisco to celebrate Christmas and each other. The rink is open for everyone to skate on. There's a huge Christmas tree in the middle, food, drinks, and Santa. The season is going pretty well so far, so there's a lot to be joyous about. Everyone's in good spirits.

My brother Aidan whizzes past me. "Race you!"

"Do you really wanna embarrass yourself in front of everyone?"

He's 15 going on 5, like any typical teenage boy. He always challenges me to a race and I always beat him. He did go through a growth spurt this summer but I'm still confident I can beat him. Next year will probably be a different story. I probably won't have too many more victories in my future.

He skates circles around me. "Scared?"

"Scared of hurting your feelings in front of all of these professional hockey players? Yeah. I love my baby brother."

He shoves me. "Let's go."

"Show us what you got!" Tyler chimes in. He’s such a troublemaker.

I sigh. “Alright. C’mon.”

Aidan and I line up next to each other. “Three times around back to this spot.”

Both of us have been skating since we could walk. It’s practically second nature to us. We both play hockey. He still does. I was on my college team, but I haven’t figured out if I want to join a league here or not. I’ve been focused on trying to get a job as an animal handler at a zoo. That’s what I went to school for. Luckily Dallas has a really great zoo. I’m still waiting for an interview. I’d like to stay with my family but of course I’m willing to move anywhere to follow my dream.

“You’re on, little bro.” I glance over at Tyler, who is looking extremely amused at this whole thing. “You hush.”

He defensively holds his hands up. “I didn’t say anything. I can’t wait to see this.” I stick my tongue out at him. He skates close, right up against me. “I have things you can use that for later.” He winks and I roll my eyes, but he’s sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps all over my body. He drives me absolutely crazy. “Good luck.”

“I don’t need luck.” He mouths ‘hot’ and giggles. I can’t help smiling and shaking my head at him. He’s incredibly cute and never fails to make me laugh.

“Hey!” Aidan yells. “Tips from a pro is cheating. We gonna do this or not?”

I set up next to him. “Let’s go.”

When we start out, not too many people are watching us. And with every lap around the rink more and more people start to take notice. I don’t notice who. I’m too busy making sure I don’t let Aidan beat me in front of all of these people. On the last lap he starts gaining on me. I start to worry that this will be the year he finally beats me. It’s too soon. I’m not ready. I hear Tyler cheering for me as we whiz by him and that gives me a little extra motivation. He starts gaining on me as we approach center ice. I push extra hard and wind up just beating him. That was too close for comfort.

My dad skates over and wraps his arms around both of us. “You almost got her, Aidan! Closest you’ve ever gotten. I’m proud of you! You’re running out of time, Lyss.”

I sigh. “I know. Don’t remind me.”

Dad pats us on the back. “It’s good to see some traditions keep up over the years.”

I can see Tyler watching us, wishing he could join us. I wish he could too. My mom comes up to us to make sure she gets pictures of this moment. She is always making sure she’s getting pictures. My dad calls her over. “Get in here with us.”

Tyler skates over, like the knight in shining armor that he is. “Lemme take one of everyone.” He snatches mom’s phone out of her hand and directs us to stand in front of the tree before he takes the picture.

After the picture my dad wraps an arm around Tyler to thank him. It’s a little surreal, only because this is an outside of hockey moment. When they’re interacting together on the ice that’s just work. This feels different. I feel a little guilty that we’re keeping this big secret from him. My dad has taken such a liking to Tyler. He’s become a big mentor to him.

"What are your plans for Christmas, Tyler?"

“Everyone’s coming over. We’ve been doing that the past few years. It’s just easier that way. What about you, coach?” He asks, knowing the answer. I’ve told him. He has to keep up appearances, though.

“We’re all going home to be with family, something we haven’t been able to do in a while.” Home. He means his home city, where the rest of our family lives. I haven't really felt like any particular place is home since we move around so much. Maybe Dallas can be home for me.

“That’ll be great. Family’s the most important.”

Dad smiles. “It really is.” He spots Aidan with a stick out of the corner of his eye. “Aid! Gonna take some shots?”

“Yeah. A bunch of us are gonna shoot around.”

“Want your old man to show you a thing or two?”

He rolls his eyes. “You can try.”

They skate off and leave Tyler with me alone. All we can do is smile at each other. It’s hard to be around him and not be able to flirt with him, touch him, kiss him. That’s usually what we do when we’re together. We can’t stand here too long without being suspicious. He can’t stop looking me up and down, which is not helping at all. He's looking pretty handsome himself. I don't think I can stop staring either. We are so gonna get busted.

We try to keep our distance, but it's not easy. He skates closer to me. "I love watching you skate." He speaks low enough so no one else can hear us. It's not like anyone's paying attention, they're all doing their own thing.

I look down and blush a little. "Thanks. I love that sweater on you." It's a black button down cardigan with olive green sleeves.

He looks down at it, as if he forgot what he’s wearing. “Thanks! It’s comfy, soft, something I was pretty sure you’d like.”

“You wore it for me?”

“No. Not really.” He shrugs. “I just thought you’d like it.”

I look around to see if anyone is watching us before undoing a button and running my hand along his chest, to feel the softness of course. “There. That’s better.”

He grins. “Undressing me in front of everyone? That’s for sure gonna get us caught.”

“It was one button, drama queen.”

He makes a little growl under his breath. "I need to get you alone at some point."

"That seems impossible."

"I'll find a way."

"You just can't keep your hands off me, eh?"

He smiles and bites his bottom lip. "Never."

Sometimes that smile of his makes me melt. "I would kiss your damn face off if I could."

He skates backwards away from me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. "Too bad." He laughs and joins some of his teammates and their kids. He is so good with the kids.

I'm left a little speechless and decide to join my brother and dad and take some shots on the net. Unfortunately I can't stay in my Tyler bubble for too long here, no matter how good it may feel. I have to admit I love being on the ice with my family, it brings back some great memories from when we were kids. My dad has this twinkle in his eye when he's on skates, especially when he can teach, and a lot of the kids have gathered around to get some pointers. He's in his element and couldn't be happier.

We promised my mom we'd take pictures with Santa. We do it every year. As we get older it gets harder and harder to convince us, but we always give in because it makes her happy. Sitting on their laps has been getting more and more weird. This is the last year I'm gonna do it. I have to put my foot down somewhere. She wants the same exact picture every year so she can compare them all. I get it, it's cute, but I don't think I'll be 40 and sitting on Santa's lap.

"Ho. Ho. Ho. Tell Santa what you want for Christmas." This guy is good. I always like when they actually have a real beard. Feels more authentic.

"If I do that I won't get it."

"Isn't that birthday wishes. Humor Santa."

I spot Tyler, who is in the back of the line watching me. We smile at each other. "I have everything I want."

"She wants me to get an electric bike," Aidan says. "Hurry up, Alyssa, there's kids waiting and I wanna get back to the ice."

I roll my eyes. "I guess I want my brother to get an electric bike. Can we take the picture, please?"

Aidan sits on Santa's other knee and my mom takes our picture. She's so proud and happy. You couldn't possibly wipe the smile off her face. Maybe I will be sitting on Santa's lap at 40. My mom does so much for us, the least we can do is take five seconds out of our day to make her happy.

I hang around to watch everyone take their turn. It's mostly the kids, but some of the players get in on the fun too. Tyler and a few others around Santa and take the silliest picture. I love how everyone turns into a little kid on Christmas.

While everyone seems to be distracted he grabs my hand and pulls me away. "I wanna show you something."

That catches me super off guard and almost gives me whiplash. "What? Where?"

He pulls me into the visitor's locker room. "I couldn't think of anywhere else. Sorry."

"What are we doing in here, Tyler?"

He holds mistletoe over our heads. "Took me forever to find this mistletoe."

"Like you need an excuse to kiss me."

"Not here. We're not supposed to. Can't really help myself, though."

"We can wait til later."

"Can you?"

"I think so."

"Do you want to?"

"Of course not. It's not like we have a choice."

He kisses me. It's a sweet kiss. Not too long, not too short. He rests his forehead on mine, holds onto my hips, and pulls me close. “What did you ask Santa for?”

“Nothing.”

His hands travel from my hips to my ass as he leans in to kiss my neck. “You’re probably on the naughty list anyway.”

I run my fingers through his hair and massage the back of his head. “No thanks to you.”

He smirks. “You were on that list way before you met me.”

I laugh. "Alright, maybe that's true."

He reaches into his pocket. "I got you something."

I let out an exasperated sigh. "Tyler, we said we weren't doing that."

"I know, but I changed my mind."

"That's not fair. I didn't get you anything."

"That's ok." He places a jewelry box in my hand. "It's not much, just something I thought you should have. I didn't wrap it. Didn't want the paper crinkling in my pocket."

"I can't believe you…" I open the box. "Wow." It's a necklace with a tiger pendant. He knows tigers are my favorite animal at the zoo. It has white crystals and looks like a white bengal tiger, my absolute favorite. I had a special bond with a cub at the zoo I had my internship with. I really thought I was going to stay there and take care of him and watch him grow up. I get a little choked up thinking about it.

"I know how much Titan means to you." I may have shown Tyler hundreds of pictures I have of him on my phone, and talked his ear off many nights about him.

I hug him. "Thank you so much. This means a lot to me. You didn't have to do that. We're just…"

"Don't worry about it. I wanted to. Merry Christmas."

I wipe the tears from my eyes. "Merry Christmas."

"About what you were saying...you know, that we're just...maybe we can be more."

I am a bit taken aback. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, I'm serious." He sounds a bit offended that I would even second guess him. This is coming out of left field, though, we never even talked about the possibility of being anything real. "Is that something you'd want?"

I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it from time to time, but it's not something I ever considered to be a real possibility and I was fine with that. Does he really want this? How would it even work? Everything in me is screaming to say yes, but it's not that simple. "Yeah, it is, but…"

"Your dad. I know. We'll figure it out. I really like you."

"I really like you too." I didn’t realize just how much I wanted to hear those words from him.

"So you'll be my girlfriend?" The way he asks is so cute. How could I say no to that?

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend."

He smiles so wide it lights up the room. "Cool. It’s official."

He holds my face in his hands and kisses me so passionately. It's definitely not something I've ever felt from him before. I wonder how long he's been waiting to ask me. I can't believe we're actually doing this. I hold him close as I kiss him back, never wanting it to end.

"What the fuck is going on?" Tyler and I both jump back, startled. Aidan is standing in the doorway with his mouth hanging open. "Dad's going to kill you."

"You can't tell him." I hold him by the shoulders. "Please don't tell him. We will…eventually."

"Alyssa, he's going to kill you."

I hang my head. "I know, but this is happening."

"Shit."

Tyler stands next to me with his hand on my back. "Hey, man, you want that electric bike, right? I'll get it for you if you can just keep this between us for a while. That cool?"

He shakes his head. "You don't have to bribe me. I won't tell." He pauses. "I would like that bike, though."

I smack on the arm. "Aidan!"

He rubs the spot. "Ow! I mean if my mom and dad don't get it for me."

I smack him again. "Really??"

He sighs. "Fine. You don't have to."

Tyler chuckles a bit under his breath. "If they don't get it for you, I will. That's a promise."

"Wow. Cool. Thanks, Tyler. I won't tell anyone. They're all wondering where you are, just so you know. Don't take too long sucking face."

I blush so hard. "Oh my god."

"Stall for like twenty more minutes, bro." Tyler has a devilish look in his eyes.

Aidan snarls. "Ew." And walks out.

Tyler giggles. "Guess we'll have to figure it out sooner than we thought." He runs his fingers through my hair and kisses me tenderly. "Ready to get back out there and pretend this didn't just happen?"

"Not really."

He pins me up against the wall and undoes his belt. "We've got twenty minutes."

[cherryblossom-chopper]

pt. 3 for shanks dating luffys older sister? 😏

Ahhh! You have returned! I was wondering if anyone would require more 😈

-Shanks and (Name) continue to have these little meet-cutes for a while. It's made of banter with flirtatious undertones, and it's insufferable.

-By the time the dam finally breaks, the entire island is tired of their shit. Mama Dadan is possibly the most annoyed. She can't stand (Name) 's wishy-washy feelings about Shanks.

-Either ya' like him or you don't (Name). Grow yourself a pair of tits and make a choice.

-Dadan deals out her affection via tough love and snide comments for all her children, even for her daughter.

-Ace and Sabo are also irritated by the flirting. The two older boys can tell something is going on between them, and neither of the boys like it. They don't trust Shanks. He disappears for weeks, sometimes months at a time, doing only the Gods know what. The way Ace and Sabo see things, Shanks isn't a good man for their sister.

-Luffy is too young to understand why Ace and Sabo don't like Shanks. Luffy thinks Shanks is the coolest and wants to see him whenever he's in town. (Name) may or may not uses Luffy as an excuse to see Shanks. She obviously can't just let a little boy roam around in town by himself, and if they happen to see Shanks, it's a happy accident.

-Shanks has a lot of complicated feelings about (Name). On the one hand, she's exactly his type. She's someone who's not afraid to stand up to him and is fireclay loyal. But on the other hand, he feels really guilty about their relationship for two main reasons.

-Firstly, (Name) is taking care of three young boys. He wouldn't feel right asking her to run away with him because of ASL. Though he does try to reason ways around this, by saying that Dadan could still care for them or that the boys aren't that young. Luffy, the youngest, is seven so Sabo and Ace could certainly take care of themselves.

-Secondly and possibly more pressing, is that while he's at sea, Shanks has had a fling or two. I mean, he and (Name) are not dating, so why does it matter if he's chasing skirts. That's what he tries to tell himself anyway.

-Shanks eventually becomes so painfully in love with her that he remains in Fusha Village far longer than he should. Shanks begins actively seeking (Name) out because he has to tell her the truth, but he chickens out every time he has the chance.

-After staying on Dawn Island for over a month, Benn puts his foot down and insists they get back to sea. They're the Red-Haired Pirates, damn it, and their Red-Haired Captain has done nothing but pine over a woman who can't even confess to.

-Benn further insists that they stay away from Dawn Island for a while to break Shanks out of this phase.

-Shanks is devastated, but his crew all agreed that it was time to go. So, they make preparations to leave Dawn Island and Shanks kind of gets into a "do or die" mood. He is determined to tell (Name) about his feelings before he doesn't have the chance to.

-He finds her in town by herself for once. Usually, she's shadowing three scruffy children, but on this day, she is alone. Shanks feels sick looking at her, but it was now or never.

-She and Shanks chat for a minute before he asks her to walk with him. With a sweet smile, she agrees. They walk for a while, and they talk freely to one another. Then she says it. You've been on land for a while this time. Is there a reason why?

-It's two sentences, but it's enough to crack the ice. Words practically fall out of Shanks' mouth. He tells (Name) everything. He nearly vomits out his guilt and his sins. Shanks chokes when he has to say to her he won't be returning to Fusha Village. Not for a long while.

-When he's done, (Name) can only look at him, her mouth agape. They stare at one another for a long silent moment. He rubs his face and offers his hand to (Name).

-I want you to be my lover, (Name). Please, won't you join my crew?

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Hello, can I request a female s/o who is like royalty with Benn and Marco? She never shows her noble side and the men always thought that she was just a normal person until one day when they landed on an island and the entire island cheered for the s/o? Oh, it doesn't have to be angst, like the s/o was always known to be a troublemaker but the people didn't expect her to really be a pirate. Thank you! I hope this isn't too long!

A/N: Hey love Hey! I came up with these two scenarios for ya! I hope you enjoy this love <3 thank you for the request <3

Marco and Benn with Fem Reader who hides her royalty status

Marco

You seen the ship docking at the familiar island. Your hands gripping the rail well damn you said to yourself. You heard foot step as it was Marco was approaching, releasing your grip from the rail. "This island is known for their butterfly and moth migration. Different species of butterflies and moths are released from the cocoons almost at the exact same times filling the island up. Its supposed to be a beautiful sight yoi." Marco stood next to you.

"Sounds nice." forcing a smile.

Some of the crew split up as you began making your way down the path. Marco notice you more quiet as you had your head down. "the sun bothering you?" he asked

"A little I'm fine."

You notice a man from your peripherals looking at you as you walked by. Then nothing more people noticing you. There was whispering as you passed by. It was only 5 years when you left the island. You ran away from an arrange marriage made by your parents. Marco seen the people whispering and looking at you both . "they must not get a lot of pirates here yoi." he said.

"Yeah...could we get what we need and leave?" you asked him looking around.

Marco raised his brow at you "Since getting to the island you been acting pretty strange what's wrong?" he asked

"Marco I just want to go." You seen the crowd coming closer to you both

"Lady _____ is it really you?" a person called out.

"It is Lady ________ she has came back !!!!" another person yelled . Marco seen the crowd cheering as they must have knew you.

"Lady ______?" Marco looked at you.

" She came back to take her rightful place are ruler with Prince Able!" a woman shouted.

The guards were pushing through the crowds. Word spreads like wild flower here. "We can escort you to the castle my lady." he tried reach for your hand. you stepped away.

"I'm not going!" you shouted. the crowd grew quiet. You looked around at them feeling angry just being surrounded like a prey. "I gave up my title when I left this island! I don't want this lifestyle. "

Marco hearing all this for the first time. He always thought you were just a simple person when he first met you. things started to make sense to him. when you didn't take about your past you avoided the subject ever single time. The way your posture was very proper, table manners, and how well educated you were. "We have no choice my lady you have to take you back with us." the guard reached for you again

Marco grabbing his hand "You aren't taking her. She is part of the whitebeard crew and as her commander you will have to go through me yoi." his serious demeanor as he looked at the guard.

You heard the whispers about you being a pirate from people. "I knew she was a wild one but didn't know she would have joined a notorious crew like that. Such a waste of her life."

"My life isn't going to waste. I'm living my life the way I want it to be with no one tell me what to do anymore. Im not no ones puppet or pawn." you said.Marco deciding it was about timeout both left. He scooped you in his arms he began to fly off. The sky was quiet away from the crowd. Marco didn't say anything as you both got on the ship. The crew was notified to get back on the ship as the ship left the island.

"I can see why you never wanted to talk about your past now yoi." Marco said. It was later that night it was only you two on the deck

"It hard to talk about. My parents promised my hand in marriage to a prince on the island... Due to my families high status from the day I was born I was bred to be a princess I don't know how many times I gotten scolded for me playing with some of the kids on the island. It got to the point where I ran away but I was always caught and brought back .... til one day I snuck on a passing ship never looked back." you said. "You guys are my family now. I couldh't have ask for anything more "

"I think I need to be a bit higher than the crew I wouldn't mind being call your knight in shining armor you yoi." he smirked his back leaned against the rail as he looked at you. He was trying to make you laugh which he was successful.

Benn

You woken from a nap as you heard some on the crew saying we were dock. Benn waited for you to get up from your slumber. Stretching as he was lighting another cigarette. " Good your up." he said

"We are finally here." sitting up.

"Yeah maybe we can get some food then go look around." he exhale a cloud of smoke. As you looked at the familiar deck as you froze for a moment. " You coming?" he asked as he was walking off the ship.

"Oh yeah." you quickly caught up to him. Flash back of this island still haunted you. Your brother wanting to become sole ruler of the island. He wanted you dead. Sitting down in the restaurant you both chose.

The waitress taking your order the waitress seemed to look at you a bit more longer. Benn seen how strange she was looking at you. He cleared his throat catching the waitress attention. "oh sorry about that Miss you just look so familiar."

"Its fine.." avoiding eye contact as you looked outside as the waitress was leaving your table.

"______ you okay?" Benn asked as he had his armed crossed on the table. . She overheard your name being called. She knew she wasn't going crazy the princess everyone thought to be dead.

"Priness _________?" she turned around

"Princess?" benn looked at her. People in the restaurant stopped as they heard the waitress.

You felt yourself starting to hyperventale a bit. You quickly got up. Some of the people followed you. They kept calling out "princess ______."

You notice the crowd in front of you. "It's really you Princess you're alive !!!" one person shouted happily.

Benn was able to get to you. He knew this wasn't the best environment for you as seen you beginning to hyperventilate more. Benn was trying to get to you fast as could as he was making his way he seen some of the passing crew he notified them you were in some form of distress Shanks being the first to help immediately. Benn was able to get you out of there carrying back to the ship.

"_______ you have to relax " his hands both on your should her was eye level with you. Taking some deep breathes trying to regulate your heart rate and breathing . Few mins passed he needs some answers "Could you explain to me why these people are calling you princess and saying you're alive?"

"Benn I haven't told you everything about my past." you started off "this is where I grew up.. I grew up as Princess ______.... I disappeared from this island 10 years ago people assume I was dead." you removed your jacket lifting up your shirt where you had a indent in your abdomen. "remember when you asked about this scar. I told got into a fight. It was true. I fought for my life as my brother left me to die. He wanted to me the sole ruler of this island expressing a woman should never be in charge of running kingdom..." putting your shirt down.

When shanks brought you on the crew they actually cared or you. Showing you kindness and shanks considering you as a younger sister. Benn and you became close over the years. He didn't speak as he heard your story. He let out a sigh "So your brother running this island." Benn said as he got up. The look in his eye was his battle face. He lit another cigarette.

"Benn please no its not worth it. when I joins the crew I left my old life behind me. The girl they knew died a long time."

Hearing the crew getting back on the ship Shanks made sure you were okay. As you seen the villagers seeing you depart on the ship "Princess Don't leave" they yelled.

"I'm not a princess I'm a pirate!" you shouted. Seeing the people face in udder shock as you said those words.

Benn hand wrapping around your shoulder. "Damn straight."

[hockey-x-imagines]

Made to Last || Tyler Seguin Pt. 3

Note: Here's part 3! I'm so glad people are enjoying this fic. I decided to keep the P.O.V of Jamie throughout this. As always feedback is welcome! I'm also contemplating putting these on Wattpad as a compilation of my Imagines, let me know what you guys think.

Song Inspo: Made to Last by Issues.

Warning: Cussing.

Paring: Tyler x reader

P.O.V: Jamie Benn

Word Count: 1430

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Tyler is my best friend watching him destroy himself has been one of the hardest things I've done. I still can't completely forgive him for what happened with Y/N, I'm sure he didn't do it on purpose, but still. Tyler has shoved his head up his ass, in doing this he's stopped trying to look for her. I haven't, and if I'm being completely honest, I feel like I can't until I find her. Tyler is a big boy and can make the life choices he wants, I'm not his dad I'm just his friend. It's clear to anyone who was around while they were together that he needs her and won't admit it. He's completely miserable without her, and if he keeps going down the road he's on he's going to lose everything.

She's completely disappeared. Tyler hasn't been successful in getting information from her family or her friends, we were both at a loss as to what to do. If she had any new accounts no one has been able to find them. The last thing I could think to do was send her a letter so I wrote a letter to her, as well as her parents. The one to her parents had basically just asked to at least send her the letter I had wrote, I didn't mention Tyler in either letter. The one to Y/N I had asked her to reach out to me or met up with me so we can talk. I'm hoping she'll listen to me and maybe I can convince her to listen or talk to Tyler. That was close to a year ago.

Do I expect to hear from her? No not really. Do I get my hopes up every time my phone rings? Yes. You would think by now I'd give up hope that she'll reach out. My phone rings, an unknown number with a California area code. I find myself holding my breath, beyond hopeful that it’ll be her.

"Hello," I answer.

"Jamie," Y/N's voice is soft. I almost think someone is playing a prank on me, it’s been so long since I sent out that letter.

"Y/N?" I ask. The line goes dead for a while, I'm thinking she hung up as a facetime request was sent. "It really is you," I really can't believe this, "how are you? I'm so glad you reached out. We've all missed you so much."

"I'm still breathing," she replies. I furrow my eyebrows. "Jamie the last 2 years have been complete and utter hell. I've missed everyone so much. I thought I could get away and just move on, but I was so wrong. I still love him so damn much," I can see the tears well up in her eyes.

"He's completely miserable to, he's gone off the deep end," I tell her, "he's close to losing everything."

As she goes to reply, Tyler comes walking in to my living room, "Who are you on the phone with?" he asks. The look of sheer panic on Y/N's face has me returning the phone call to audio only.

"Don't worry about it," I tell Tyler. "I'll call you back, please don't shut any of us out again," I ask her.

"I won't, just please don't tell him you've heard from me." She pleas.

"I promise I won't," I assure Y/N before hanging up.

Tyler gives me a questioning glance, "it was my mom," I lie. It's clear he doesn't buy it, but he doesn't push it. "Why are you here?" We don't hangout much anymore, just because of the way he's been acting.

"Nessa was busy, and I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts," he admits.

"Don't you have dogs?" I ask him a little too harsh, I don't mean to I just want to be able to finish what I've started working on.

"Well yea, I wanted to be around my best friend is all," he shrugs.

"Ok, well I've got somethings to take care of so just do whatever I guess," I tell him as I leave the room. I sit down on my bed as I dial Y/N's number. I start to worry that she won't pick up when it rings as long as it has.

"Hey," she answers on the last ring, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Hey, I'm sorry I had no idea he was coming over," I apologize.

"It's fine, he's your best friend, it wasn't a shock," she tells me. We spend the next hour just catching up on our lives.

"I do have a small request for you." There's a long pause before she finally replies.

"Jamie I'm not coming to Texas," she huffs. I chuckle a little.

"I figured you weren't ready to come back," I tell her, "it's the off season and I was going to see if maybe we could meet up."

"Uh, I don't know about that. It's one thing to talk to you on the phone with like 1,400 miles between us. I don't want to fall back a million steps," Y/N explains, "if I were to agree to let you come out, you need to promise it would be just you. I know I couldn't see him now, if ever." I really do think they're meant to be together and they're both too stubborn to see it.

"I can respect that and I wasn't planning on and wouldn't bring him with me," I assure her, and I swear I hear a sigh of relief from her.

"Let me think about it, and I'll let you know. I need to go, I've got something I need to do," she tells me before hanging up. It's not a yes, but it's not a no which I'll take. I walk back to the living room where Tyler is on his phone.

"Do you often talk to your mom about me?" He asks looking up at me. Shit.

"Why were you listening to my conversation?" I counter. I really don't love hiding things from him, but in this case it's for his benefit.

“I heard part of it when I got up to go the bathroom,” he shrugged, “answer my question,” he demanded.

“I don’t need to answer your question,” I snap.

“When did we start hiding shit from each other?”

“Around the time you shoved your head up your ass and started fucking your life up,” I tell him. My phone goes off notifying me that I have a text. I look down and it’s from Y/N.

“We can meet up, if you want you can fly out here. Just let me know when and where.”

“I’ll look into booking a flight and let you know when.”

“You should probably go,” I tell Tyler. He looks at me in disbelief, instead of responding he turns and walks out the door.

While I’m looking at flights my phone rings.

“Chubbs what the hell is going on with you and Tyler?” Rads asks. I roll my eyes, of course Tyler would go to him.

“I was able to get in contact with Y/N, and while I was on the phone with her, he showed up. He asked who I was talking to and I told him it was my mom, he didn’t believe me, so after I had called her back, he asked if I talked about him with my mom and we got into a bit of an argument,” I explain.

“Well shit, how'd you manage that? How is she? Is she coming home?" He asks me.

"I wrote her a letter a year ago and she called me today. No, she's not coming home, but I am going out to see her," I tell him.

"You better book me a ticket. I refuse to stay here with Tyler knowing what I know," Rads states.

"I don't know if that is a good idea, she told me I was the only one allowed to come out," I tell him, rethinking the me telling him part.

"Dude I'm Y/N's favorite Russian, it'll be a surprise that she's going to love." I sigh, there's no way I'll be able to leave without Alex.

"Fine, I'll get you a ticket. I swear if this goes sideways, I'm going to kill you," I tell him before hanging up. After getting off the phone I book 2 tickets to LA for next Friday. I really hope she'll be okay with Rads coming out with me. Once I get the conformation for the tickets, I send Y/N a screen shot.

[philcoulsonismyhero]

You found my breaking point / Congratulations

Sometimes you’re perpetually sad about a character and want to drag other people down with you, so here, have a tragic Ironwood playlist.

It’s a much condensed and properly ordered version of the 60+ track one I’ve pretty much had on loop for over a year, and it roughly follows his emotional arc through Vol7. He starts out a hero, determined to carry on the fight without Oz, but the weight of leadership and having to be a politician when he’s much more a soldier grinds him down and pushes him further into loneliness and despair. Then Atlas is attacked, he finds out his allies have been lying to him and Ozpin never had a plan to beat Salem in the first place, and his anger, resentment and fear get the better of him and he starts making choices he never would have made before.

I could writes essays on this man and the tragedy of his fall and how he only broke like he did because so many factors, including nothing less than The Entire Narrative, conspired against him, somebody stop me

Tracks:

Hero - Jeff Williams, Caleb Hyles // The Pretender - Foo Fighters // Soldier - Fleurie // Human (Acoustic) - Rag’n’Bone Man // Weight of Living, Pt II - Bastille // Silhouette - Owl City // Icarus - Emma Blackery // Devastation and Reform - Relient K // Numb - Linkin Park // Eyes on The King - Benn // I Gave You All - Mumford & Sons // Heel Turn 2 - The Mountain Goats //  Control - Halsey // Monarch - Rise Against // Save Me - Skillet // Promises I Can’t Keep - Mike Shinoda

[Spotify link]

(Commentary on song choices under the ‘keep reading’ because I’m incapable of keeping all of these thoughts to myself)

Hero - Obvious choice, but listen, it’s a Perfect character song and I love it dearly. Also, it very neatly sets up the person he was trying and thought himself to be, as well as the fact that he’s already deeply damaged and defines his self worth in relation to what he can do for others with no thought to his own life and safety.

The Pretender - James has such strong opinions on Ozpin’s choice to keep Salem’s existence a secret, and clearly hates keeping anyone in the dark about it. He’s also determined that he’ll be the one who finally manages to take Salem down, even though generations before him have failed.

Soldier - So much of James’s identity is tied up in being a soldier and he solves problems like a soldier and that’s always been one of the things that kept him in conflict with Ozpin. Also, consider this one foreshadowing of how making compromises in pursuit of his ideals is going to be what eventually breaks him.

Human - James never admits to it and that’s one of his biggest problems, but he’s clearly struggling being only one man under the weight of so many expectations, as well as so much blame and scorn from allies and the public alike when his methods don’t actually work.

Weight of Living, Pt II - Gotta have a song in there about the weight of living, he’s thematically Atlas after all. Also, I’ve always interpreted him as being something of a generational foil to Ruby, someone who started out with her idealism and had it slowly crushed out of him. “Do you like the person you’ve become...?”

Silhouette - Someone give this poor lonely depressed bastard a hug, he so desperately needs one.

Icarus - James’s very public position and total inability to manage his public image causes him so many of his problems. In a lot of ways, he’s his own worst enemy and biggest stumbling block on that front.

Devastation and Reform - He never gets a true win. Every time it seems like he might, something else always goes wrong or something is lost along the way. And every time it happens and he gets back up to try again, he’s lost more of himself, sometimes very literally.

Numb - When things keep going wrong he starts to shut down, to shut people out, and his complicated feelings towards Ozpin are a big part of that. He’s desperate for Oz’s approval, but also resents him and is equally desperate not to make his same mistakes. It stops him from connecting with Oscar (and also Ruby, tarred by the same brush for keeping Oz’s secrets), something that might have saved him if he’d let it.

Eyes on The King - James’s allies turn on him, he starts thinking of himself as the only one capable of doing what it takes for Atlas to survive, and he’s still reeling from the fact that it seems like none of the people he chose to trust with all of his secrets and information trusted him with theirs in turn.

I Gave You All - Very much an anger-at-Ozpin song, all of his pent up rage at the constant disapproval and the lies and the realisation that the man who always criticised his methods had no real plan of his own, and even considered the battle unwinnable. It doesn’t excuse what he did, but is it any wonder he got so angry at Oz-via-Oscar in the Vault?

Heel Turn 2 - “You found my breaking point / Congratulations.” He finally loses it, makes the decision to shoot an ally, and resolves to do whatever it takes for Atlas to survive even if he ends up hated for it. I could quote so much of this song, and the only bit that doesn’t quite fit is “I don’t want to die in here”. He clearly couldn’t care less about his own life, so for that read ‘Atlas isn’t going to die today’.

Control - He has a dark side, and now he’s chosen to let it out. He doesn’t care if he has to scare people into cooperating, they Will do what he says.

Monarch - This one is James doubling down on his new course of action, on being the person he feels he has to become and trying to convince himself that he’s acting out of a determination not to repeat Oz’s mistakes rather than acting out of fear.

Save Me - James could have been saved from himself, but the tragedy is that there was no one left who could have pulled him out of his own darkness. He alienated his allies, refused to listen to people he considered to be nothing more than naïve children, and made enemies of the only two people he might have listened to as peers - Qrow and Oz/Oscar. And the idiocy of the Atlas military system meant that there was absolutely no one else who could have, or even would have, tried to drag him back from his drastic course of action.

Promises I Can’t Keep - Think of all the promises James made in his character song, the commitments to protection and strength, and join me in being extremely sad about the fact that somewhere deep down he must have known just how much he was letting people down.

[tooweirdforyou]

Hiiiii hope ur doing well❤. I was wondering if i could get Shanks with a female who he leave at the village the same day he leave luffy. And after a few year s/o was done waiting and decided to leave and become a pirate captain of a very dangerous crew with a very high bounty has all three Haki types [ A bout a Billion]. And s/o meets Shanks at the Marineford but s/o is all cold hearted and bitter. She still loves him but would never forgive for leaving her.

Have a good day/night❤❤❤

Shanks With An Old S/O From Years Ago

A/N : Oi, I hope y’all aren’t expecting an angsty ending 😖 no way am I going to do that.

note : originally, I was going to make this two parters, or at least begin with reader and Shanks before he left, but then it’d take even longer and I still have tons of requests to do.. and this is pretty short.

I changed it a bit too—

warning : MARINEFORD SPOILER * also, this is pretty different from the actual scene, I wrote my own scene because I can’t remember nor did I want to search it up.. so it’s my own scene but still contains spoilers!

Summary : Once lovers, now strangers, Shanks meets his significant other once more in a unexpected time and feelings are returned from the past.

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Why now?

The old sinking feeling of your heart dropping down to your stomach was enough to make your blood run cold.

The sight of one of the four powerful emperors made you frozen in the spot.

Eyes widened in shock with mixed feelings bubbling up inside you, lips parted but no words could even begin to form. Not with him around, no.

Thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice.

“I think we’ve shed enough blood. Why don’t we end this war?”

Saving the young and brave, pink-haired marine from a tragic death from Akainu, Emperor, Akagami no Shanks had his signature smile present, hand gripping his sword and successfully blocking Akainu’s fist.

“I-It’s Red-Haired Shanks!”

“What is another Emperor doing here?!”

“Emperor, Red Hair Shanks. This war has nothing to do with you. What is your reason for your arrival?” Akainu scowls, raising his fist that was currently boiling with magma.

Shanks takes a small look around to see the damage done from the war that has just occurred, and amidst his scan, his eyes fall onto you.

His eyes turn wide from shock, while yours quickly turned away from him, to avoid his lingering stare and attention from the others.

Before anyone could notice the sudden awkward silence in the air, you began to walk off, your crew following suit.

Clearing his throat, Shanks turns back away, recovering from the shock of seeing you at a place like this before speaking.

“I believe we have had enough of this war. Many lives have been lost. What do you say, Sengoku?” Shanks then pulls a smirk on his face as he pulls back his sword from Akainu and held it out suggestively.

“Unless, you truly would like to continue it?”

Behind Shanks was his entire crew, Beckman smoking, Lucky Rue eating meat, Yasopp with his gun rest on his shoulder, etc.

Sengoku closes his eyes and remained silent before turning away. “We shall call it an end.”

Shanks nods as he sheathes his sword. “Very well. At least allow his family to give him and his son a proper burial as well. It’s the least you could offer.”

Referring to Whitebeard and the fallen Ace, you pause in your tracks after hearing Shanks.

Sengoku ponders for a minute before sighing. “I’ll allow that. But nothing else. Now, leave. Before I find myself a reason to start attacking you now.” Sengoku commands.

With that, the marines began to gather the injured, with the command of Sengoku, whilst the Whitebeard Pirates started to retreat, a few lingering back to recover their fallen people and the now deceased.

“[Name]. What should we do? The war has ended, and Straw Hat Luffy has retreated and being saved by Worst Generation Pirate, Trafalgar Law.” Your first mate reports, walking up to your side.

You look around the navy headquarters, seeing the mass destruction that has been caused and the pained and tearful expressions of the Whitebeard Pirates.

Though relief filled you from the thought of Luffy being saved, the overbearing pain you felt from seeing someone was taking over.

“..We’re done here.. let’s get—“

“[Name].”

That voice.

The familiar voice was nearly enough to make you stop, to think back on the many memories you had with him, to actually wait and see what the man wanted to say.

But you didn’t. You didn’t stop. You kept walking.

“[Name], wait. Can we please talk, for even just a minute?”

Reaching for your wrist, you instinctively tried pulling back but the Emperor’s grip was tight. But almost immediately, he let go and pulled his hands back to his sides.

You look at him, staring at his eyes that were filled with hurt and even the smallest hint of regret.

The sound of a blade un-sheathing from its scabbard interrupted your thoughts and you put a hand out, successfully stopping your first mate from harming the Red-Haired.

“Don’t. You’ll only cause unnecessary trouble.” You tell them, making them exhale and reluctantly turn away.

“What should we do, Cap?”

Exchanging glances with Benn and Yasopp, you receive a nod from the two of them and Benn faces the Red-Haired Pirates.

“Let’s head back to the ship.”

You turn to your own crew and directed your head in the direction of your own vessel. “We shall as well.”

Just as the others began walking, you stop, feeling Shank’s eyes lingering on you, waiting for your answer.

“.... Let’s talk then... we’ll talk on my ship and I’ll take you back to yours afterwards.”

Though you couldn’t see it, you could see the grateful smile that was forming on Shank’s lips as he nods at you. “Thank you.”

-

... Tension was eating away at the silence.

The two of you sat alone in the office. Your office. You stood behind your desk, next to your chair while Shanks stood in center of the room.

However, fortunately Shanks cut the silence by speaking.

“You’ve grown.”

“I have..”

Nodding once absentmindedly threw Shanks off for a second before he recovered.

“.. you’ve made quite a name for yourself. I’m surprised you became involved with this war though.” Shanks starts and you sigh, turning away.

“Someone had to watch over Luffy. Otherwise he would have gotten himself killed. God knows he needs someone to look after him after the person he idolized so much left him.”

You didn’t mean to start off so blunt and rude right off the bat, but it seemed to slip out.

However, Shanks wasn’t fazed but his expression merely softened and saddened at your words.

“Look..I didn’t have a choice, I-“

“Don’t give me that, you know damn well you perfectly had a choice.”

Shanks stammered for a second before letting out a heavy sigh. “[Name]. You have to understand..”

His gentle tone.

The way his body was striding over to you.

The way he slowly raised a hand to bring to your face.

And the way you just let him do as he pleased.

And you wish you didn’t feel it. But you did.

The same sparks.

You wanted to jump into his arms. Lean into his touch and let him hold you for all the years that went by.

But you couldn’t. You didn’t. You weren’t willing to make the same mistake twice.

You pulled away and pushing his hand aside, you walk around the desk and away from Shanks, arms at your side and practically hugging yourself.

Pain was evident in the two of you.

“Shanks, stop...”

Looking up at Shanks sorrowfully, you feel your chest ache and you knew Shanks did too. He felt the same sparks after all.

He knew he wasn’t the only one who was still having feelings.

“[Name]..” Shanks spoke in a hushed tone, carefully making his way around the desk to go back to you. This time, you didn’t stop him.

“Hey, look at me.. please.”

And you did.

“Believe me when I say this, I have never stopped loving you. You are the only one that has been on my mind all these years. I watched your bounties rise.. I checked in on the news on your growing fame and powerful crew by your side.. there has never been a time where I stopped thinking about you.”

Cupping your cheeks gently, caressing your skin with his thumbs, he leaned closer and closer until your noses touched together.

“I still love you, [Name]..”

He whispers out, staring into the abyss of your [ e/c ] just seconds before closing in on the space between you both.

Pressing his lips to yours, you felt the aching in your heart start to swell and fill it’s emptiness with the tiniest bit of warmth Shanks offered.

And you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Wrapping your arms around him, you let yourself just lean into his hold and all the pain you felt disappeared in seconds. You couldn’t even tell how much you longed to feel his lips against yours once more.

Eventually, you did pull away and look down, but felt Shanks press his forehead against yours and moved his hands down to intertwined them with your hands.

“You felt it too, right?..”

You couldn’t tell if you what you were feeling but regardless, you knew what he meant.

Nodding slowly, you breathe out softly and close your eyes.

“Still.. I can’t do this.. I’m afraid it’ll break again.”

“I promise I’ll fix it enough so it’s unbreakable. This time, I’ll make sure to stick around, and never leave your side again.... what do you say?”

Whether you were going to end up regretting it or not, you just couldn’t let this opportunity slip. Especially knowing Shanks was being genuine on his part.

“Fine.. Don’t ever leave me again.”

Feeling a uncontainable grin spreading across his face, he holds your hand tight and pulls them to his lips to kiss gently before smiling softly at you.

“I’m truly one lucky bastard, if I get another chance from you.”

-

A/N : hope you liked it and it was okay!! Thanks for requesting!

definitely rushed, I’m losing some motivation, and stressing from school ;-; soo, yeah. I’ll try to keeps these long but I’ll mainly be doing headcannons now ( sadly ) and they might be short.

Thank you for continuing to being supportive of me and I wish you all a great day / night! :)) 🤍

[myhockeyworld87]

Ruined - Jamie Benn - Part 1

Word Count: 3,332

POV: Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, NSFW

Notes: So here we go with this new story that’s been stuck in my head and finally worked it’s way onto here. Please see the Masterlist for the synopsis. The first two parts should really be one, but I broke it into 2 because well sometimes I don’t have time to read long fics and then I lose my place, so I tried to make this a bit easier for anyone else that has this problem. So, Part 2 is coming out tonight as well. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Happy Reading!

You sat there staring at the piece of paper in your hand, debating back in forth in your mind about what you wanted to do. This was your dream offer, just not in your dream city. In fact, if you were being honest this was the last place you saw yourself moving, but could you or would you turn it down because of him. He’d dictated most of your high school life, and some of college, to give him that kind of power over your career now would be so stupid. Especially, when you literally hadn’t seen him in almost twelve years. He probably wouldn’t even remember you, but there was no way that you could ever forget Jamie Benn.

 It was your freshman year in high school when you’d met him. He was slightly older and had just come to your secondary school to play hockey. Jamie was quiet, which seemed kind of funny for a jock. They were always loud and boisterous, but maybe you were just going by the ones in your family. By default, he was thrown in with all the other hockey players and one so happened to be your older brother, who was also friends with Jamie’s brother Jordie. The three of them ended up being thick as thieves and drove you half insane at times. Well, maybe not Jamie. When he was at your house the two of you always ended up having some random conversation about god only knew what, but it was always entertaining. You easily got a crush on him after about the seventh or eighth time you were around him but kept that to yourself. Oh, it wasn’t like you weren’t pretty or anything. It was the opposite really. Cheerleader, as well as on the track team; you were one of the more popular freshmen in school, but you were also terribly shy and inexperienced when it came to boys. You always felt, well, awkward around them, not knowing if you would say the right thing or do something embarrassing. With Jamie though, it was different. He made you feel so at ease, but then maybe part of that was because he shared the same awkwardness that you did.

 You distinctly remember one night early your sophomore year, when your brother, Justin, and Jordie decided to take both you and Jamie to a party. They practically had the school slut, throwing herself at Jamie, but it was clear the boy had no clue what to do, as his hands awkwardly fumbled her advances. Which was fine with the jealous streak that suddenly went through your entire body. She attempted to kiss him, and with all eyes focused on him, he went to return it, only to completely miss her and end up bonking her on the head. In end, he’d laughed things off saying he was too drunk, but you knew that he’d only had one beer. He somehow slipped out of the cabin you’d been partying at, and back to the woods, after the incident. Of course, you’d followed him. “Hey Jame, you ok?” He simply shrugged as you sat down on the log beside him. “Justin and Jordie can be dickheads sometimes, you know?”

 “Tell me about it.”

 “I’m sure you’re a better kisser.” Oh my god, did those words really leave your mouth? Fuck. “I mean…like…” Jamie just sort of smiled over at you as you stumbled through words that seemed to be regurgitating out of your mouth. 

 “Maybe,” he finally said, staring off into the woods, then very quietly added. “I’ve never kissed anyone before.”

 You had to strain your ears to catch that last part, but you were definitely sure he said he’d never had a first kiss. “Oh,” you answered softly, with a hint of surprise in your voice, though inside you were giddy. Somehow, you’d just assumed that someone like Jamie, who was athletic and good looking had definitely been kissed before. It was surprising that he admitted it to you, and before you knew what was happening that same word vomit from before was making an appearance. “Me either.”

 “Really?” His question came almost as soon as you spit out the words. Why he found that hard to believe was beyond you.

 “Yes really.”

 “I just thought….well…” This time it was Jamie stumbling through a sentence instead of you. “I know that you and David have been hanging out a lot.” 

 “David?” While it was true, you’d been hanging out with one of the school’s top soccer players, it was for a completely different reason then stolen kisses. “I’m tutoring him in biology. If he fails, he’s off the team.” The words fell from your lips before you had time to fully think them through. “Please don’t say anything. He doesn’t want anyone to know.”

 “I won’t,” Jamie told you and you knew that you could trust him with this or any secret that you had. He turned toward you then, his eyes locking with yours. “I’m glad you’re only tutoring him.”

 “Oh, why? He seems like a nice guy or have you heard different…” you trailed off not quite sure of what or why you were even asking.

 “Oh, he seems nice. I don’t really know him.” Jamie ran his fingers through his hair then. A telltale sign he was searching for the right words. “I mean…I’m glad you’re not dating him, you know…because…well I thought….” He blew out a breath and you held yours. “Maybe you’d want to date me.” Goose pimples rose on your flesh at his words. This was the moment you dreamed about, and now, here it finally was. When you didn’t answer right away Jamie added, “That is…did you want to go on a date?”

 The corners of your lips pulled up into a smile and Jamie’s did as well. “I’d like that.”

 “Me too.” He adjusted himself so that he was sitting closer to you on the log you shared. Now only an inch or two separated the two of you as he hesitantly made a move to hold your hand. It hovered just above yours for a few seconds, both of your eyes shifting down to watch as he finally clasped your hands together, and then you were both shared a stupid grin. “Can I…kiss you?”

 You were speechless at all that had transpired in the last couple of moments, and so you just nodded, both excited and afraid to share your first kiss with Jamie. You moved in closer, while Jamie did the same. Your eyes slowly going shut as your lips drew near. Jamie’s lips ghosted over yours, just barely a brush against your skin as first, but then he added a bit more pressure and it was both awkward and wonderful at the same time. You both stayed that way for several heartbeats neither of you moving, both unsure what the next move was. His free hand, the one that wasn’t tightly laced with yours, came up to caress your cheeks, and then your lips were moving together and it was one kiss simply melting into a million more. Unconsciously, you sighed. Your lips parting open for him and his tongue darted into your mouth. Eyes flying open at the contact, you weren’t sure how to react. Of course, you knew what a French kiss was, had seen it on television a million times, but to experience it was quite different. You realized you could taste the beer he’d drunk earlier and something else, though you couldn’t put your finger on it. Tentatively, you let your tongue mingle with his, letting your eyes flutter shut once again so you could savor the feel of this kiss; your first kiss with Jamie Benn. 

 It was one of many that you shared with Jamie over the next few months. He took you out on several dates, mostly to the movies or to the little pizza shop you both loved, but most nights were either spent on your couch or his, where you’d watch hockey and then makeout until it was time for curfew. Your relationship progressed about as much as any fifteen going on sixteen-year-olds did; there was a lot of holding hands and quiet kisses. On night’s that one of your parents would go out and leave you both alone, it definitely went from first to second base rather quickly, and you learned that Jamie was definitely a boob man. He became an expert at unclasp your bra in record time, of course, there was a learning curve that involved a lot of fumbling around. 

 It was Jamie’s birthday, that you decided to give him a present he’d never forget. For the life of you at the age of fifteen, you couldn’t figure out why it was called a blowjob when you were definitely supposed to suck on his cock. Thankfully, you’d seen enough of your brother’s porn stash to know how to give a proper one and not look completely stupid. Though you didn’t expect to gag when Jamie thrust his hips into your face uncontrollably. At least you recovered quickly and were able to swallow most of his cum when it shot down the back of your throat. It was two weeks later that he finally reciprocated, by going down on you in the backseat of his car. While not the most romantic place in the world, his tongue flicking across your clit made up for the cliché atmosphere. 

 By the end of summer, you’d rounded all the bases but hadn’t hit a home run yet. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to sleep with Jamie; it was the exact opposite. However, there just wasn’t a time or place for the deed to get done. The two of you had discussed and decided that you wanted to make it special and not just make it some little box that you could check off in your relationship. This would be the first time for both of you, so while it was going to be memorable, you also wanted to savor it. As neither of you were eighteen yet, it wasn’t like you could go and get a hotel, for you’d thought about that option, and you’d already ruled at the car. With limited options in Victoria, you had no choice but to travel to your parents' second house on the outskirts of Vancouver. It was rarely used, as your dad only stayed there on business trips which had become less frequent over the last couple of years. Even though the house was rarely occupied, you came up with an elaborate plan for your parents to let you not only stay there overnight but travel there by yourself. Well, technically it wasn’t by yourself as you said you were going with your best friend Emma. Who covered for you, god love her.

 You weren’t sure what excuse Jamie had told his parents, but he picked you up at Emma’s house one Saturday morning and the two of you made the trip in less than three hours. It was a nerve-wracking drive, though Jamie held your hand most of the time. It wasn’t really the thought of having sex with Jamie that made you uneasy. It was the thought of having sex period. You were afraid it was going to hurt, but you kept trying to push past that thought, knowing that you wanted to do this, more so that you wanted to do this with Jamie. 

 It was awkward, just like all your firsts with Jamie were, but eventually, you two were able to move past that, and in the end, it was actually kind of amazing. Though the most wonderful part had to be falling asleep in Jamie’s arms. He’d made you felt so loved and cherished, and you’d known right then and there that you’d made the right decision to give you virginity away to this man. It felt like the two of you would be together forever.

 That was until the following Tuesday at school came around. There were stares and whispers everywhere you looked, or so it seemed. It wasn’t until lunchtime, that you finally found out what was going on, and then it was only from Emma. “Em, what is going on with everyone? I feel like half these guys are staring at me.”

 She closed her eyes as if mustering up the courage to tell you something she didn’t want to. “Jamie told everyone that you two slept together.” You gasped, then quickly covered up both your mouth and the hurt that came along with it. “That’s not the worst of it,” Emma said and it felt like your heart just sank into your stomach. “I also heard that he told people you two have been fucking for months.” There were so many ‘whys’ and ‘how could he’ running around in your head you couldn’t make heads or tails of them. Jamie wouldn’t do this, there had to be some explanation. Your eyes scanned the cafeteria looking for him, but he was nowhere to be found. You were just about to get up and look for him when Emma’s hand came down on yours. “There’s more. He said the only reason he was dating you was because you were easy.” Bile rose in the back of your throat and you wanted to just run to the girls' bathroom and cry, but Emma stopped you. “Don’t,” she said simply. “If you go, it will just feed more gossip. Act like nothing is wrong and that nothing happened. Like you don’t care.” Easy for her to say when it felt like your heart was being ripped out of your chest along with your reputation. “Breathe.” You hadn’t realized you’d stopped until she said the word. 

 The rest of the day was a complete blur. You couldn’t find Jamie anywhere. As soon as you could make it home after practice, you were dialing his number. His mom answered, “I’m sorry (Y/N), Jamie’s not feeling well. I’ll have him call you when he’s feeling better.” The next day passed and still the lingering stares, mostly from the guys, continued. You’d even had a few ask you out, to which you simply rolled your eyes and told them it would only happen in their dreams. Apparently, that was the wrong thing to say and just added fuel to the fire, making it seem like everything that Jamie had said true. He avoided you yet another day and you were beginning to wonder if he was going to pretend to be sick the entire school year just so he didn’t have to face you. By the third day that you hadn’t heard from him, you knew it was done. No matter what excuse he could give you, it would never make up for not only what he said but the way he’d treated you afterward. You simply needed to move on. So, when you saw him at school the following day, you completely ignored him. He attempted to talk to you several times, but you weren’t having it. “Come on (Y/N), please just talk to me.”

 “I think you’ve done enough talking for the both of us Jamie. We’re through.” There was hurt in his eyes and you wanted to break down and cry right then and there, but you held your head up high and continued down the hall to your next class. It was two periods later that Emma was handing you a note. You unfolded it, seeing Jamie’s writing on the top.

 (Y/N),

I’m sorry. Please let me explain….

 That’s all you read before tearing the letter up and tossing it in the garbage can in front of Jamie, hoping he would get the point and leave you alone. He didn’t. As soon as you walked in the door of your house, your mom told you he’d called three times already. After explaining that the two of you broke up, and crying on your mom’s shoulder for a half-hour, though not mentioning the details of your breakup; she told Jamie not to call back when the phone rang again. Ever persistent, Jamie came banging on the door after dinner. This time it was your dad that told him he wasn’t wanted in your home, even though Jamie was practically begging him to let you in, while you sobbed in the background. He kept up the same routine over the next week, all with the same result until eventually, he gave up.

 Over the next two weeks, you could hear the whispers as you walked down the hall. Girls muttering that you were slut, while the boys were trying to figure out which one of them would get to sample you next; now that it was clear you were no longer with Jamie. The icing on the cake was when David, the soccer player you’d been tutoring told everyone that you hadn’t been studying at all; that he’d been sleeping with you for the last month. No matter how many times you said it was a lie, no one believed you. Your reputation was simply shredded apart all by a few words Jamie had uttered. So, after a couple months of being talked about, there was only one thing left to do, and that was to become that girl that they whispered about. If they were going to condemn you, you might as well earn it.

 Your junior and senior year, you became the girl that gave the star point guard a blow job behind the bleachers after the game, as well as giving one to the goalie, the wide receiver, and the captain of the debate team, and a few more as well. Jamie seemed to take out his aggression on the ice, dropping the gloves with opponents left and right, but you tried to pay him no mind. Until he finally went to play for the Grizzlies and you didn’t have to see him all the time. By then end of high school, you truly had earned the reputation that he’d given you, but you were sick of it. Tired of being looked at for only sex, you applied to schools in the US. Thankfully, while you’d jumping from penis to penis, you’d still kept up your studies and were accepted at every school you’d applied to. 

 When you received your acceptance letter from Georgetown, along with a scholarship, you jumped at the chance to put yourself all the way across the continent from not only Jamie but what you’d become. At University, you put your head to the books instead of on some unknown guy’s cock, studying constantly which earned you a 4.0 in undergrad, and basically allowed you have your pick at the top medical schools in both Canada and the United States. It was a no brainer when John Hopkins wanted you and during your time there, you were able to work with not only the Baltimore Ravens but the Orioles as well, all within your first year. Which had you taking up orthopedics and sports medicine as your specialty. 

 All of this led you to today and the offer you were currently mulling over. It was literally everything you’d ever wanted and allowed you to work with not only the NFL but the NBA and the NHL as well. It was the last one that had you rethinking it though. The pros well outweighed the only one con that you could think of and that was Jamie Benn. Who’s to say if he’d even remember you though? It wasn’t like you could forget him after what he’d done, but you let him dictate enough of your life; you weren’t about to let him continue. So, you typed up your written acceptance, then called Dr. Ellis to let him know you were taking the job. You’d made a new reputation for yourself this time around and you weren’t about to let Jamie Benn ruin this one. 

[eberles]

New Years

Jamie Benn

Request: Heyyy if you are taking requests just now could i request a jealous Jamie Benn pleaseee like you are on a night on the town and something happens and he gets jealous or either comes to your rescue when a fight breaks out at a bar when the team are out celebrating a big win? I love a rough aggressive Jamie and i am ranting now hahahaha 🤣🤣

A/N: this is pretty short, but i hope you like it! 🥰 italics=flashback

Warnings: drunk asshole @ bar

“Guess what!?” your best friend, Marissa, stormed through your front door where you and a few of your other friends were getting ready for the night.

“You’re late?” you asked, pointing to your wrist, laughing when she shoved your shoulder playfully.

“No! Well yes, but no! I have a date tonight!” Marissa spoke, jumping up and down excitedly while you just stared at her not as enthused by her announcement.

“What? We made a deal.” you said, looking around the room waiting for your other friends to back you up. “This is a girls night, remember?”

“Both of them have dates too…” Marissa defended, and you sighed heavily looking at Rachel and Jordan for confirmation. They avoided eye contact with you and nodded their heads slowly while you stormed around the apartment.

“So what? I’m 7th wheeling? That’s bullshit.”

“Why don’t you call Jamie?” Jordan asked in a sing-songy voice, laughing when you rolled your eyes.

“He has plans.”

“So, what are your plans for new years?” you asked Jamie, swinging your legs over his as you both sat on his couch.

“Tyler’s got me going on this blind date thing.” Jamie shrugged his shoulders, scrolling on his phone and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head.

“You? A blind date?” you laughed, feeling Jamie glare over at you. “and on new year’s eve?”

“What's wrong with that? Maybe I want to have someone to bring in the new year with.”

“Yea, but a stranger?” you scoffed, trying not to judge Jamie’s choices. He was more than capable of choosing deciding this stuff on his own, no matter how stupid you thought it was.

“If I would have known any better i’d think you were jealous.” Jamie said, sitting up and poking your nose. You rolled your eyes pushing his hand away from your face and laughing sarcastically.

“For your information, I’m having a girls night.”

You’ve been friends with Jamie for years now and none of your friends seemed to understand that you and Jamie were not interested in being romantic other than the few times you ended up in each other's beds. Whether you shared shoulders to cry on after break ups or a body to help get over said break up, your friendship had many layers. Neither of you ever talked about taking your friendship to another level, both of you just assumed what you had was for the best. In your 4 years of friendship, you’ve never spent a new years eve with Jamie and you weren’t going to start now because you didn’t have a date.

A few hours and many drinks later, you were hoping the more you drank the less you would be bothered by not having a date for the night. Seeing all the couples at the club only made it harder for you to accept not having someone to kiss when the ball dropped at midnight.

“Jamie. Jamie, Jamie, Jam-”

“Hello? Y/N?” Jamie answered your call, and you sighed in content resting your arms on the bar with your phone up to your ear. “Y/N, are you there?”

“JAMIE! Hiiiiiiii!!”

“I can barely hear you, are you okay?”

“Yes, dad. I’m fine. I’m just the only one at this stupid club without a person.” you waved your arms around, emphasizing your words even though Jamie couldn’t see you.

“Without a person? I thought you were with your friends?” Jamie said, stepping away from his friends so he could hopefully hear you better over the phone.

“Yessssss, you knowww what I mean! I don’t have someone to kisssssss.” you whispered the last part, laughing as you said it feeling your cheeks heat up. Probably from the amount of alcohol you've consumed in the last 3 hours.

“Hey, babe.” you looked up bringing your attention to the handsome stranger resting his hand on your lower back and you smiled up at him.

“Did he say babe?”

“Byeeee Jamieeeee!”

“You wanna dance?” the stranger whispered in your ear, you let out a drunken giggle and took his hands letting him bring you to the dance floor. You could feel the alcohol running through your bloodstream and making your head feel hazy and heightening your senses. The man you were dancing with held onto your hips, pulling you close. You grinded into him resting your hands on top of his on your hips and letting him do most of the work. “It’s almost midnight.”

You gasped, pulling slightly away from him and realizing how late it was not wanting to ring in the new year with a rando, “I have to find my friends.”

“No, but you’re already with me.” he tugged on your hand pulling you back into him.

“No, please leave me alone.” you attempted to walk away one more time before he pulled you back again. You felt another hand grab your shoulder pulling you in the opposite direction and turned around to see the stranger being knocked to the ground. “Oh my god!”

“Don’t fucking touch her ever again.” Jamie said through gritted teeth, leaning over the guy currently splayed on the ground holding his nose.

“Fuck you.” the guy on the ground said, spitting up blood. Jamie grabbed him by the shirt lifting him off the ground and throwing him back down again, giving him one last punch to the jaw.

“Are you okay?” Jamie turned to look at you, grabbing your arm gently and leading you outside and away from the crowd that had gathered.

“What are you doing here?” you clung onto Jamie, suddenly feeling safer in his arms.

“You called me.” Jamie laughed, pinching your side playfully, hoping to get a smile onto your face instead of the slight frown.

“I did not invite you, goof.” you laughed, pulling him into a hug. “But thank you for coming.”

“Some guy called you babe, I had to see what that was about.” Jamie pulled away from the hug, holding your hands in his.

“Ohhhh so you were jealous.” you teased, poking his chest and laughing when he started to blush.

“Pfft no, I don’t get jealous.”

You and Jamie walked back into the club hand in hand just in time to hear everyone counting down to midnight. You guys looked around the club at all the couples moving closer together ready to celebrate with a kiss. You looked up at Jamie, feeling giddy when he started to lean down closer to your face.

“Three...Two...One...” Your lips brushed against Jamie’s and you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him in closer. You melted into him like never before and felt tingles throughout your body feeling his hands cupping your face. You both started to smile into the kiss, pulling away leaving your foreheads rested against one anothers.

“Wow. I’m glad we got to bring in the new year together.” you whispered, looking into his eyes suddenly looking at one of your best friends in a different light. The past kisses you've shared were nothing compared to this one and you couldn’t wrap your brain around it.

“I might be in love with my best friend.”

“Jamie, kiss me again.” Jamie lifted up your chin pressing his lips to yours again, the butterflies in your stomach blossoming bringing chills throughout your body.

“I think this is going to be a very good year.”

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[thatlarainop]

ON THE SURFACE (Benn x OC)

(cross posted on archiveofourown.org)

Chapter 1: Bond

“So, you’re finally finishing your studies, uh?” asked the red haired boy to the other guy, who was slightly taller and muscular than him. Said man looked at him, then shook his head with a discreet smile

“Unfortunately no, Shanks-“ Ben began, while he lighted a cigarette, looking at his younger friend, whom he considered as his little brother. They had known each other for more than a decade, ever since Shanks moved in his neighbourhood as a little boy with his parents. Ben was asked to look after him, since he was little and troublemaker. He was sceptical at first, but after spending some time together he grew affectionate of him, to the point they formed a fraternal bond.

“I’d like to get a doctorate in business, even if it takes lot of time and efforts,” Ben admitted, grinning around his cigarette.

“You aim high, as usual,” Shanks added, smiling softly. “And this is what I’ve always admired of you.”

Ben smiled at that, and ruffled his messy red hair lovingly.

“You should get an haircut though,” Shanks said suddenly, staring at Ben’s long wavy black hair, which were tied in a low ponytail, with a rebel strand that always hung on the left side of his face.

“Shut up.” Ben deadpanned.

-

Later in the afternoon, Ben was alone in a small park, studying for final exams. Usually no one came here, as there was no playground for the children, especially in earlier afternoon hours. There was absolute silence, and Ben was enjoying the calmness of the place. He then decided to go somewhere and eat something, and decided to take a shortcut, since San Francisco is full of them. He then heard loud voices coming from a small side street, and he got curious as he heard the tones of said voices getting more and more aggressive.

He then noticed a girl around his age standing fearless in front of three slightly older and towering men, whom had an ugly grin on their faces.

They made fun of her, called her names and overall humiliated her, but she was standing still and fiercely in front of them. That made the ‘men’ angry, and they started threatening her and even dared to raise their hands to her.

Ben went ballistic and started walking towards them. The girl knew how to defend herself, clearly she had learned martial arts in self-defence. She successfully knocked out two of the men, but Ben got alarmed when he saw the only man standing, perhaps the most dangerous one, holding a dagger behind his back, out from the girl’s sight.

He put himself between the two dangerously staring at the man in front of him. He was a bit taller than him, but less muscular and nevertheless coward. Ben spit his cigarette on the ground, before he fully faced him.

“You know,” Ben began, cracking a grin that was full of disgust and pity for this ‘man’, as the latter spat on him. “I don’t know what’s more gutless: the fact that three of you were against a single girl or that you’re hiding a fucking dagger behind your back.” He concluded calmly, as he felt the woman tense behind him. He didn’t want to startle her more than she already was.

“You are the classic man all hat and no cattle, aren’t you? It won’t take me much time to stab you dead. And don’t worry, that whore behind your back will pay the same price.”

Ben rolled his eyes, before crossing his arms. “If I were all hat and no cattle, as you say, I wouldn’t have joined the army years ago.”

The other man hadn’t wasted further time and he attacked as fast and as powerfully as he could, aiming at Ben’s stomach. But he was stopped in place by his hand and, after waiting a few seconds, Ben twisted the man’s arm behind his back, and brought him to his knees before declaring: “Next time think twice before going up against someone!” And with a punch he knocked him out and then kicked him on the stomach, making him roll without consciousness towards his companions.

Ben sighed before turning to the woman, whose face colour was still drained. His hard expression softened after seeing her so distraught, so he put his hands on her shoulder and shook her gently. “Hey! Everything is alright now. Are you hurt?” he asked calmly, even though he was overall worried. She looked at him more serene than before, the sweet curls of her golden blonde hair falling sweetly all the way towards her back, making her appear as an angel in his eyes. She then cleared her voice and asked confidently: “What’s your name?”

“Ben, Ben Beckman, and yours?” he asked, looking right in her eyes. “Sophie, Sophie Harper.”

“Well Sophie, I suggest calling the police, and get rid of them once for all,” he mused, and she nodded in agreement.

-

They were finally released in the evening, as the three men were officially arrested. Even though the woman at his side was confident and powerful, both physically and mentally as he had witnessed in the afternoon, he could have sworn that she was still upset. And cold, as she was holding her shoulders with both hands and was trembling. Despite this, her expression was still firm, and at the same time gentle.

Ben didn’t say a word as he took off his black jacket and put it gently over her shoulder. She looked up at him in surprise (as he was very tall, and her head could only reach the base of his neck) but didn’t protest, and just muttered a grateful thank you. She felt guilty though, as remained only with his black t-shirt, whereas she had a warm black sweater and a white miniskirt (and she’d damned herself for this choice, since she knew the temperatures would have dropped).

She wanted to give back his jacket, when she heard his stomach grumbling. She laughed heartily, and he was a little embarrassed but still didn’t budge. “I’ve only had breakfast and you know, today has been busy and yeah, I’m hungry.” He joked drily, still finding amusing how ridiculously his jacket looked on her. Still he found her cute.

“Well, I know a pub that is nearby, we could go there and eat and drink something. My treat,” before Ben opened his mouth to protest, she patted his shoulder “you need to grow up, big boy.”

-

“You know what’s curious about you?” Sophie started, as she tied her hair in a knot, “your hair. I mean, it’s so long and beautiful. You can keep it better than I can do with mine. That’s not fair” she puffed jokingly, while taking a sip of her beer. She still had his jacket nearby, it smelled of cigarettes, sea and cologne, smell that she couldn’t forget easily.

He puffed the smoke of his cigarette out, his smile curving around it. “Actually it’s a family secret,” he deadpanned, before adding “my father too has long hair, although his is straight.”

She nodded amusedly, and at the same time couldn’t help but stare at his eyes. Their colour is similar to deer’s, a deep dark brown, a lighter shade of brown lining the edges within an luminescent glow, and they are sharp, full of intelligence and wisdom.

They then started a conversation as they decided to get to know each other better. He told her about his aspirations in the future, whereas she told him she decided to improve her passion and become a professional photographer. She even confessed that she dropped her lawyer studies to do so, much to her family’s disappointment. “I’ve already found someone that pays me for my photographs, and I’ve been asked to take some pictures of the Grandline University, and also to write something about it.”

He looked at her in surprise, as he told her that he was studying there, and was willing to help her. She looked so grateful, knowing that she could have worked with someone she liked. But then her expression became somber as she was staring at the scars in his arms, as they looked old but still painful. She then remembered that he was once part of the army, so she already knew the answer. But she was a stranger to him, to that broad shouldered man that looked so intimidating and yet had a calm and gentle attitude (with her, because she remembered how threatening and dangerous he was with her attacker.)

They continued their conversation, both spoke about their families, but didn’t spend more than a few words about them, both willing to not go into details. Sophie then paid and put herself on his jacket, and they made their way to her apartment. It was late and wanted to invite him inside, but then she thought it was inappropriate to invite a stranger this way. Yet.

She gave him back the jacket, and hugged him as a thank you. He returned it back, and went back to his own flat.

-

The day after they met in a café and had breakfast together, both happy to see each other again, with Ben constantly eyeing Sophie’s professional camera. The 24 years-old girl, she is younger than him by just one year, told him it was her mother’s gift, as she was the only one that backed her decision to fulfil her dream.

They then set out and went to the University. Sophie photographed all the buildings in various perspectives, while Ben told her everything he knew, but at some point she noticed a fountain, exactly at the centre of the compound. It represents a statue of a mermaid, perhaps a princess, and she was quite sure it was made of marble. Ben quirked an eyebrow at her bewilderment, and provided her an explanation. “It’s Shirahoshi, a legendary mermaid. She was also a princess, but what made her even more peculiar was her power. She was said to be the incarnation of the Ancient Weapon Poseidon, but nothing more is known about her. We are talking about something that might have existed more than 1 million years ago, nor is known the real power of this Ancient Weapon.”

She nodded interested, while taking some pictures, and mentally promised that she would write something down about this mermaid.

As the day went by, she noticed how much fast the time has passed, as she was fascinated by Ben’s way of talking and explaining. She couldn’t have imagined a better way of working. A very pleasant company and a large variety of stories and places.

Even Ben was comfortable around her, as she was a quiet presence, except for some pleasant joke every now and then, and a very good and curious listener. He thought that they really had a good chemistry, no one interrupted the other and they were attracted to one another.

When Shanks saw them together, during his date with another girl, he thought that his friend finally found someone that truly made him happy. And he wanted to celebrate, also because he himself had a great girl by his side. Her name was Makino and to him she appeared as beautiful as a mermaid, and nevertheless a kind presence.

-

Some months have passed by, and Ben finally decided to take Sophie out for a date. They went to the same pub they went when they first met. But this time the ending was different.

He took her home to his own flat, which had a double bed, and of course he did spring cleaned. He always claimed he didn’t have enough time to clean everything, but as a matter of fact he was a messy person.

He went to the kitchen and started preparing some tea, whereas she looked around the walls. There were lots of photos, him with his parents, with his friends and a photo of him dressed in his military uniform. He had slight short hair, his muscular chest and arms were well visible beneath his clothing, and he was briefly smiling at the camera. Beside him was Shanks, his friend she got to know, in his civilian clothes and unmissable straw hat.

“Tea is ready,” he announced, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth and a tray in his hands. He saw her poking around, and couldn’t help but smiling. Especially when he saw her spotting a photo taken during his military service. “That was not a nice time,” he said quietly, images of that period flashing in front of him. She turned around, but she didn’t have that look of pity he hated so much. Her expression was soft and sympathetic. “You want to…talk about it?” She questioned quietly. “Sure.”

He was pouring tea in her mug, then looked into her beautiful seafoam green eyes and started talking. “As you might have understood, I’ve been part of the army for a period of my life. To be precise, I was 19 at the time and I’ve wanted to follow in my parents’ footstep. They both were part of the army, both were important pillars of it. I… didn’t want to be any less.” he took a sip of his tea, whereas Sophie was trying to grasp every information he was giving her, holding her breath and waiting for the worse to come.

“And so I signed up, after I graduated high school. I was quite good at it actually, and that’s because my father insisted on training me when I was younger. And everyone knew me, Beckman isn’t exactly an unknown last name in this field. And this is what almost killed me,” he took a pause, while she gulped, eyes getting even wider, as she silently got closer to his, holding his hand. “It was during a mission, I had to save a friend of mine, but I wasn’t careful enough, and the opposing army took me as an hostage.”

He took a deep breath, and he looked at her in the eyes, deer brown meeting green seafoam. He brushed a strand of blonde hair off her face, and then continued: “It was a great opportunity for them, they sent photos to my parents, and even videos of my torture, but… I still refused to tell them the things they pretended to know from me. But I had to pay the price for that as you can see. They split open my left forearm, and even marked my right forearm with a cross. My face, chest and legs were full of bruises and my nose was broken.”

He then pinched his nose to calm himself, before ending with: “I thought I was deemed to die, since they even shot me in the shoulder and thigh, but I was saved by my friends. They successfully tracked me down, and defeated our enemies. They found me tied in a chair with a rope, beaten up but alive. We won, and I didn’t give up until the end. That was my victory,” he whispered, smiling briefly at Sophie, whom had tears in her eyes. “My parents were of course distraught by all of this, and I told them that I wanted to go to university. And now I want to get a doctorate in business. They were of course relieved, and I’ve hugged both of them the tightest way I could, like when I was a child.”

She hugged him, crying in his arms. Ben took her face in his hands, wiped her tears from her face and kissed her lightly. They both were in each other arms, comforted by their own closeness. He then lift her up in his arms gently, and brought her in his bedroom. He gently laid her in his bed and his gaze focused in her clothes. Her wardrobe was always so colourful, kissed by the rainbow, and he especially liked her short sleeved sweater coloured of a rich yellow. They took off their clothes, he put on a condom and passion overwhelmed them.

Making love with him was the sweetest thing she ever experienced. His rough hands were delicate on her body, the kisses they shared were soft and wet. It was her first time, and she did it with a great man.

-

7 Years later

Ben was humming a song while he was preparing dinner for him and his fiancée. Sophie told him she had something to do, but he didn’t know what.

He just came home from work, and was pretty happy since he got promoted and his salary was increased.

“Hey Benny?” called out Sophie, putting on her slippers. She had a very big smile and was blushing a little. He came out of the kitchen with his blue kitchen apron and his hair tied in a low knot. She laughed softly at his appearance and hugged him briefly.

“Why are smiling this way?” he asked, amused despite himself.

Without any warns, she took his hand and put it on her belly, that was a little rounder than usual, and said: “Our baby is in there.”

He was shocked and became a little paler, then he covered his mouth with his hands and supressed the tears welling up in his eyes. He regained his calm attitude and he smiled, while he hugged his fiancée.

-

8 months later

The 33 years-old man was pacing around the waiting room. Shanks himself was nervous, so it didn’t really help him. The red haired man was becoming an uncle!

Ben was in great turmoil, and he was even shaking. His baby girl didn’t want to come out, and his fiancée had been in the delivery room for almost one full day. His parents and Shanks tried to calm him down, but without success. He also received various calls from Sophie’s parents, since they couldn’t come because of the weather., and that didn’t help his anxiety.

The midwife told him that Sophie needed a caesarean section, otherwise she and the baby would have been in even more life threatening. He nodded and sat down on his chair, Shanks put his only hand on his shoulder, to give the man some comfort. Ben was fighting back tears, and looked at his side, where he had located a teddy bear and chocolates. It was the 14th February, it was Valentine’s day.

Time passed slowly, and he was getting even more desperate, he felt a terrible headache and was paler that usual. He was about to go out and lit another cigarette, when he heard a baby cry, and he felt the floor crumble beneath him. He looked at the delivery room and Shanks got closer to him, offering him fraternal support.

He waited now with more hope, until a nurse brought him inside. His Sophie was lying exhausted, she looked paler and had horrendous dark circles, and was panting, her hand holding her chest. “Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. Wait there, I’ll bring you your baby,” said the nurse with an understanding smile. He muttered a thank you and sat down near Sophie, stroking gently her sweaty hair.

“Hey, everything is fine now,” she said, once she saw his anxious and worried expression. She even smiled softly when she saw the teddy bear in his arms. Their eyes brightened when they saw the midwife coming with the cleaned and swaddled child. The baby girl was sleeping, and when she was handled to her mother she started fussing, cuddling even nearer to her. Ben stroked gently her head, and was surprised to see that much hair she inherited from him.

Lara was the name they chose, and with her birth she crowned their bond.

[mooshs-crack-headcanons]

Hey. Could I request headcanons of shanks' s/o feeling invisible and lashing out due to the bitterness that surrounds feeling invisible and Shanks comforting them and spending a day focusing on them to help lessen them feeling invisible? Hurt/comfort with fluff at the end? Thank you. Love your writing.

(I hope this came out okay ☺️)

It's really hard to feel confident about your strength when you're in a Yonko crew. 

Literally everyone around you has unhuman-like strength, and enough power to conquer a piece of the New World.

And especially with the Red Haired crew, who had the smallest crew out of all four emperors, was considered by many in the Grandline to be arguably the strongest with that fact alone. 

And also that fact the captain in his hay day was able to stand equal to the strongest swordsman in the world there's that too.

Without a doubt you had love and admiration for every single member of your crew, all of them were incredibly down to earth and especially kind, your captain being the most passionate out of all of them, one of the main reasons you fell in love with him. 

But you always found yourself envious of all of them.

You weren't necessarily a fighter, sure you would willingly be ready to up arms once trouble came but not strong enough to eventually find yourself being saved time and time again. 

Every time it made you sick to your stomach and disappointed in yourself, why were you a part of a Yonko crew when you couldn't even fight like it?!

So came a day when one of these fateful rescues took place. 

The crew faced down some cocky group of pirates fairly new to the New World, and stupid enough to go after a Yonko (*cough cough* it's fucking Kid *cough*) 

In the battle you twisted your ankle and began to tumble down and the same moment one of the pirates saw an opening, and in the moment of pure panic Shanks, who normally would stay out of your fights knowing your complex, dashed over and with a clash of his sword, he looked back at you before calling Roo over to get you back to ship. 

You laid in the med ward for days refusing to speak to anyone. 

The rest of the crew would pass by worried but Shanks gave the okay that you'd be okay in a few days.

Though the fact you even refused to speak to him did worry him a bit. 

Then came the day you finally recovered. You made your way out to deck where the crew sat and drank and partied, you know, the normal. Shanks sat at his seat and his eyes immediately lit up as they fell on you. 

"(Name)! Good to see you out of bed so soon, I was worried that 'ya'd find the bed in the ward so comfortable that you'd refuse to sleep in ours ever again!" His contagious laugh caught with the rest of the crew around him. 

You shook your head as you began to make your way to your shared cabin. Seeing this, Shanks immediately rose to his feet, dashing over to you and grabbing your hand to stop you from leaving. 

"Come on, love! You know I'm just joking around." 

"Yeah I know, Shanks." You tried to pull your arm out of his grasp. 

"Come on, have a few drinks with us. After all you've been through, you need it." A frown made its way on your face. 

"I'm not in the mood, Shanks." Already aware of what's up, he gave you a small smile as his grip on your hand slightly tightened. 

"Come on, I'm sure a few with the boys will make you feel-" 

You finally yanked your hand from his, your cold expression already crackling with everything you held inside, the Yonko already regretted his choice of words. 

"I said I'm not in the mood! I'm not in the mood to go over there and be reminded that you and all of those men would be damn fine without me! Now if you'd excuse me, I'd rather go somewhere where someone weak and normal like me can go and not need constant protection." 

He watched you trudge away back to your shared cabin with a heavy smile, the soft secure smile he put on just for you quickly fading away. 

"Looks like someone's in the doghouse." Fucking Yasopp. A loud blunt force echoed from his head.

“Yewouch! Benn! The hell is your problem?!" 

Shanks clicked his tongue, undecidedly. He could go in there to comfort you, or (most likely) get slapped and thrown out on his ass. 

“You'll never learn to shut your mouth, will you?" 

The Yonko reflexively reached up for the top of his hat, but only to touch the top of his head. Oh yeah, Luffy. He turned around to look back at the rest of his partying crew, who seemed to have no clue what had happened. 

He grudgingly trudged back over to his original seat, the image of your broken expression still fresh in his mind 

Oh he needed to fix this. 

Then the relationship saving lightbulb went off his head. 

Oh he had just the right solution to solve this. 

At exactly 5:02 am did the loud knocks on your bedroom door yank you out of sleep. The early morning light filled the room, but your fresh out of sleep eyes couldn't make out what the fuck was happening and what was making that ungodly noise. 

After a few long waking moments did you finally piece it together and after glancing at the time did you throw your legs out of bed to get yourself up to get to the door. 

"Either Yasopp better be dead or the ship's bring hijacked to be an excuse to get me up at this ungodly-" 

You opened the door to meet a tall figure. 

"-hour…" 

Benn stood in your doorway, the vice captain scratched at his nose biting down nervously at the cigarette in his mouth. 

"Benn?" 

"I uh...overhead your outburst yesterday, and I uh...wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to town with me today?" 

Benjamin 'I show no signs of weakness' Beckman was acting nervous. 

Benjamin 'My only love is my gun' Beckman never is nervous. 

"We uh...docked not that long ago."

This immediately tipped your suspensions. Something in the back of your mind told you a certain Red Haired bastard had to be behind this.

"Sure Benn, I'd love too. Around what time do you want to set off?" 

Something in him seemed to be caught off guard, he looked around before biting the slightest bit tighter on his cigarette. 

"Around nine." You gave him a smile and a nod. 

"Well, see you then." 

You gently closed the door back. You sighed as you took a step back. 

Shanks, what were you planning? 

At 9:15, the two of you met on deck to set off. As you went to get off ship you took note that every member gave you a warm smile and a gentle greeting as they all carried large barrels out of the ship's storage, which really wasn't all that ordinary since the barrels all contained alcohol and your crew was nothing but a bunch of alcoholics. 

No what was another tip off was not only was Yasopp not being a piece of shit towards you. He actually gave you a kind hello and said something along the lines of that Shanks went off to take care of some business earlier in the morning. (That didn't stop him from making the in the doghouse joke and about the deck not being very comfortable) 

Benn then took you to the small port town, Benn letting you decide to go everywhere you wanted. The two of you went shopping, saw a street performance, went and got dinner at a small restaurant, and rode on some small rides at the visiting carnival (Which Benn wasn't a big fan of.)

You might've even regretted your decision of choosing Shanks as your boyfriend (but the Red Haired bastard already had your heart for too long) 

Around the evening did the two of you decided to head back to ship, the deep dark thoughts of you being an unneeded part of the crew, while still there, was pushed back to the farthest part of your mind. 

As soon as your feet hit the deck of the Red Force, did another tip off went through your mind. 

No one was on deck. Not a single drunk soul.

Benn lit up a cigarette next to you and shove his hands in his pockets. 

"Well that's strange. Where'd everyone go?" 

You looked around, looking for any signs of your lover. He had to be behind this. 

Benn made his way to the door of the mess hall. 

"Maybe we missed dinner?" You cocked your eyebrow. Yup, he's leading you. 

You followed Benn into the mess hall. 

What time of surprise party shit were you going to find yourself in?

The moment your feet left the stair and landed on the planked floor did the scene in front of you bring tears to your eyes. 

Shanks stood in front of you, flowers in his hand as the rest of the crew held up their mugs of alcohol to you and a shitty made banner with your name on it in your favorite color hung from the ceiling. 

Shanks walked closer to you and handed you the flowers, his only arm wrapping around your waist to press a kiss to the top of your head. 

You felt your heart thump happily in your chance as he looked back to you to give you a small loving smile. Your arms wrapped around him to bring him into a kiss and you could barely hear the whistles and cheers around you as he was the only thing your mind became focused on was him. 

He pulled back with a laugh and lifted you up and spun you around. He leaned close into your ear. 

"I love you, (Name). I'm really sorry about yesterday and that...that you feel not that appreciated that you should be...I'm sorry." You felt your cheeks tinted as your arms wrapped around his neck, his red hair tickling your arm. You smiled. 

"It's fine, Shanks...love you too."

The two of you ended up in Shanks' captain seat in the mess hall. His hand with a mug of whiskey wrapped around you, and you with yours in his lap. 

The crew around you laughed as they drank. 

"Oh! And there was that time (Name) saw one of Kaido's ships! If it wasn't for them we all could've been food for Sea Kings!" 

"No wait, the best thing I can recall (Name) doing was saving Yasopp's ass in that territory raid two years ago!" 

"If it wasn't for their observation haki, we would've never made it out of Big Mom's territory!"

"Oh I remember that! Didn't they flip off what's his face...uh…the candy cane guy! One of Big Mom's older children."

"Charlotte Perospero."

"Yeah, that guy!"

The crew all laughed and you found the big smile on your face still hadn't left as the crew helped boost your confidence.

"Men, men. We can all agree (Name) has done many great things for us all." 

The Red Haired crew looked back at their captain excitedly. 

He looked at you with a knowing smile, you covered your face with your hands knowing what was coming. He raised his mug in the air, whiskey sloshing out of the brim.

"To (Name)!"

The crew raised up their mugs.

"To (Name)!"

The crew broke into a loud laughter and cheers as you shook your head. The Yonko let his chin rest in the dip in your shoulder as the two of you watched your crew having a good time. He then pressed multiple kisses to your cheek. 

"I just hope you know that you mean the whole world to me. Weak and normal, Love, none of that matters all that matters is that every single person on this crew sees your strength, sure that might not be physical, but you've done so much more than just battle strength wise, you've brightened up crew so much and we all can't wait to continue on with you at our side." 

[the-starsabove-you]

The Stars Above You

Chapter 7 - Finally  A/N: Tagging this story with Tyler as well. This story is a Jamie/OFC/Tyler story. It does start with Jamie/OFC with Tyler/OFC later on. But there are hints of Rose having a crush on Tyler. Meanwhile we don’t really know Tyler’s feelings until later in the story. But will be a good one! Reviews are welcomed!  Rose and Jamie were walking in the streets of Dallas, both of them laughing at what Jamie said. It wasn’t until Jamie slowly reached for her hand and Rose looked down before intertwining their fingers together. It had been a couple of months, Jamie was slowly breaking down Rose’s walls. Rose seeing behind the shyness of Jamie and got to see the Jamie that only a few other people got to see. How Jamie was one of the funniest people she ever met and how sweet he was. Jamie was very respectful of Rose, not bothering to rush into anything himself. But he wanted to ask her something important, he wanted to ask her if she would be his date for casino night. “I don’t wanna rush anything” Jamie began and Rose looked over and he smiled a bit “I was just wondering if you would be my date for Casino Night, I don’t wanna push you into doing it, so if you don’t want to.. I understand” Rose’s boss had let her have the day off for Casino Night, her boss did find out that she was popular with the boys and he knew that Rose’s interactions with the boys would be priceless for videos and pictures. “Yeah, I would love that” Rose said and Jamie grinned and squeezed her hand “Great! I’ll pick you up at 5?” He asked and she nodded. They made it to the rink and Jamie watched as Rose was lacing up her skates and he smiled “So when am I going to see Goalie Rose?” He asked and she grinned “Soon, Klingberg already asked me if I could be goalie for practice one day” “Coach is okay with it?” Jamie asked and Rose nodded “He’s okay with it, he says it’s good to have another practice goalie to help with drills” “Good, I hope I’m with you then” Jamie said as he winked at her. Rose snorted and gave him a look “As if I’ll be going easy on you” “Good, I hope you don’t” Jamie said placing his hands on her waist as she was smiling at him. It wasn’t until Rose leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. “You’ll be getting more at Casino Night if you manage to woo me” She said and Jamie smirked “Believe or not.. I’m told I’m pretty romantic. You could ask all the dates I’ve had” “You had dates?” She joked and he pretended to be offended “Of course I did! How do you think I’ve got so much game” He joked and he shook his head “Trust me, I didn’t have much dates when I was younger” He said and she nodded “Same!” Jamie observed the raven-hair woman in front of him “We’re the same, Very Anti-Social. It’s weird” Jamie said and Rose shrugged at him “I’ve been labeled as the weirdo and outsider in school. Had questionable fashion choices in school, still probably do” She joked at the last part as she shook her head “Being the Social Media person.. Having the boys and you being so kind and treating me like family,  It means so much. Also can say that my fashion choice is indeed better” She said and Jamie looked down at Rose’s outfit and saw the black tight jeans and a red t-shirt. He nodded “Well, you look hot” He said as suddenly his eyes widen “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be that outspoken” He said and Rose blushed but she smiled “You’re lucky I have the biggest crush on you, you dork.” She said and it was Jamie’s turn to blush. Jamie took her hand and they both got on the ice. Jamie and Rose looking at each other before Jamie grinning “Race you Goalie” He said and she laughed “It’s on!” Rose and Jamie started at the goal and they agreed to finish at the other side of the goal. Rose shouted a go and both of them took off, skating as fast as they could. Rose had a disadvantage already because Jamie was used to skating back and forth this length while Rose wasn’t. She was right behind Jamie and she grabbed the back of his hoodie and yanked him back, Jamie’s eyes widen as Rose was in front “You cheater!” Jamie shouted as Rose managed to get to the finish line first as she turned around and her back hit the boards and she laughed.  Jamie slowing down as he suddenly was in front of Rose as he softly pinned her against the board “I didn’t take you as a cheater, Rose Miller” Jamie said as Rose was smiling “Sometimes you gotta play dirty to win” “Oh yeah?” Jamie asked as he started to tickle her sides and Rose was laughing, struggling as she couldn’t escape from Jamie as he had her pinned against the board and she was gasping for air “I’m sorry! I surrender.” She said as Jamie was chuckling “Justice for Jamie Benn” He said proudly before noting that their faces were close together. Rose watching him with an intense look. Brown eyes looking into ice blue ones. It wasn’t until Rose leaned forward and kissed Jamie. Jamie closed his eyes and melted into the kiss. Placing his hands on her hips as he brought her in closer. Rose wrapping her arms around his neck. It was Rose who broke the kiss and Jamie looked at her with a dazed look “Wow..” “I thought that was long overdue” Rose said softly as Jamie nodded “Yeah.. It was very nice” He muttered. It wasn’t until they heard a cheer and saw John Klingberg at the benches, clapping from the bench with such a huge grin. They both knew that he was up to no good as usual. “FINALLY!” Klingberg shouted and Rose gave him the finger “Go find a hobby! Stop watching us make out you weirdo” Jamie yelled over and Klingberg was smiling “For your information, I just got here.” Klingberg said before looking at the two “We have a morning skate soon, so I would like to skate without knowing that the ice has been corrupted by two lovebirds” He said before both Rose and Jamie laughed. Rose and Jamie got off the ice. Jamie making his way towards the locker room to get ready while Rose was hanging with Klingberg. It wasn’t until Rose excused herself to go find Jamie. Making her way towards the Locker room, she saw Tyler walking towards the ice and Rose stopped, causing Tyler to stop “Hey Tyler” Rose said and Tyler smiled “Hey Flower” Rose saw that Tyler was observing her. She couldn’t help but get nervous around him. She couldn’t explain it but Tyler did have her heart racing at times, she just wished that her and Tyler would speak more but their paths wouldn’t cross as much or Tyler always would leave. “Ready for the morning skate?” Rose asked, making small talk and Tyler nodded “I always love it. It’s a nice way to start the morning” Tyler said. It was silent for a moment before Rose rubbed the back of her neck “So you and Jamie were really great for All-Star weekend huh?” She said and Tyler nodded “Oh we were the best duo too.” Tyler grinning and Rose smiled at that. She loved that Tyler and Jamie had a very good friendship and how close they were. Tyler looked over at the ice “I should get going” He said and Rose looked at him, she just wanted to stop Tyler and just talk to him some more. But she nodded “Alright, see you around Tyler” She said and Tyler had a small at the raven-hair girl “See you Rose” He said before walking off and getting onto the rink. Rose watched him for a moment before she let off a sigh before walking off to the locker room and Jamie was coming out, dressed for the morning skate. He came towards her and leaned down and kissed her “I’ll see you after practice yeah?” He asked and she nodded “Of course, I’ll be around the ice to take pictures and videos of you guys” “Try not to take too many videos and pictures of me, I know I’m your muse” He said while winked and she chuckled before she kissed him “I’ll see you later” Jamie grinned “Trust me, you will”